Rick Ross - Hustlin' [Remix][Mix]

Album: Port of Miami (2006)
Artist: Rick Ross

Lyrics

Everyday I'm hustlin'

Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'

Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'

Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'


[Chorus: Jay-Z]

Everyday I'm hustlin'

Everyday I'm hustlin'

Everyday I'm hustlin'

Everyday I'm hustlin'

Everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin'

Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'

Everyday I'm hustlin'

Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'

Ev-ev-everyday I'm, everyday I'm,

everyday I'm hustlin'

Everyday I'm hustlin' hustlin' hustlin' hust-hustlin'


[Bridge: Jay-Z]

Hustle real hard

Hustle, hustle real hard

Hustle real hard

Hustle, hustle real hard

Hustlin' hustlin'

Hustle-hustlin' hustlin'

Hustle, everyday I'm, everyday I'm

Everyday I'm


[Jay-Z]

Hold up

Who you haters think you talkin'

to, I'm the fuckin' boss

White on white, G4, hater get lost

I'm in the air I don't hear niggaz corny raps

Yeah nigga Hov is back, that nigga Hov is back

I got a honey bun, no not a chick

I got a honey bun, millions nigga

I got couple hundred 'em

Ninety-nine problems prick, don't

become the hundreth one

'Less you got a hundred lives

murder bout a hundred, uh

We don't resort to violence, we

on resorts and islands

With linen shorts and shades, case

they thought you was lyin'

My Louis slippers, Polo top

Linen shorts so my balls don't get hot, ha ha

Yeah I balls a lot, nah I owns the team

Ricky Ross, Roc-A-Fella, I owns the scene

Stop playin' with me lames y'all not my equal

It ain't no coincidence that my age is a kilo

Which means that I'm pordo,

which means that I'm gordo

Which means that I use a G4, like an auto

I'm a walkin' memorial

I'm legendary for whippin' whippin' that hard

So nigga just let that cause go


[Chorus:]


[Bridge:]


[Young Jeezy]

Hey, let's go

Snowman bitch, I don't even wear the same draws

Flat screens on my walls, floors

look like bowling balls

I know Big Meech, the real Big Meech

It's over for you clowns soon as

my nigga hit them streets

I see you ridin' homie, but that ain't hard enough

You know me I might pull up in an armored truck

I stack big faces, I stack small faces

I stack all faces, squares white as pillow cases

I got a dirty mouth but my kicks is clean

Them folks ridin' hid the pots and the triple beams

Hit the Dodge spot I must've copped six Magnums

Marriott suite, I must've used six magnums

Feds on my tail, you know them boys'll six flag ya

Testarossa ride, like I'm on a coaster ride

Sheet mix, remix still talkin' white bricks

Two million records sold and I'm

still talkin' white shit


[Chorus]


[Bridge]


[Rick Ross]

I'm the fuckin' future nigga, what

you can't see the facts

Ya want them pretty things, I'm

the one ya need to ask

They come cross the border, I'm fulfillin' ya order

But the second ya bought 'em, Fed

charges get brought up

I'm whippin' the case, like I'm whippin' the base

Look at daddy in face now tell me

how good does it taste

Willie Fal-con, I'm the Dow Jones

Down South where them D-Boys ground zones

We never steal cars, what I'm puttin' miles on

Thirty feet, it cost a couple hundred thousand

My shit bigger than your's, at the biddin' wars

I'm the one they biddin' for, dog I'm

just a bigger draw

I'm in the distribution, I'm like Def Jam

Release fish scales, scales on my desk man


[Chorus]


[Bridge]


[Chorus]


[Bridge]

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