Hustlin' (Remix)

Rick Ross

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    Everyday I'm hustlin'
    Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
    Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
    Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'

    [Hook: with Jay-Z ad-libs]
    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: with Jay-Z ad-libs]
    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...

    [Verse 1: 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 in auto
    I'm a walkin' memorial
    I'm legendary for whippin' whippin' that boss
    So nigga just let that cause go

    [Hook with ad-libs]

    [Bridge]

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    [Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
    Hey, let's go
    Snowman bitch, I don't even wear the same draws
    Flat screens on my walls, flows look like bowling balls
    I know Big Meeks, the real Big Meeks
    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, swear it's white as pillow cases
    I got a dirty mouth but my kitchen's 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

    [Hook]

    [Bridge]

    [Verse 3: 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 her, 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 the biggest drought
    I'm in the distribution, I'm like Def Jam
    Release fish scales, scales on my desk man

    [Hook]

    [Bridge]

    [Ad-libs]

    [Hook]

    [Bridge]

    Song details

    Composition: J. Jackson, A. Harr, W.D. Roberts, J. Jenkins, and S. Carter

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