Hustlin' Remix Lyrics - Port Of Miami - Rick Ross

Everyday I'm hustlin' 

Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' 

Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' 

Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' 

(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' 

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(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... 

(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, yeah 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 

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(with ad-libs) 

(Bridge) 

(2 - Young Jeezy) 

Hey, let's go 

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

Flat screens on my walls, flos 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 as white as pillowcases 

I got a dirty mouth but my kitchen's clean 

Them folks ridin' hid the pots and the triple beams 

Hit the Dodge lot 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 

G-mix, remix still talkin' white bricks 

Two million records sold and I'm still talkin' white shit 

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(Bridge) 

(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 ya dead in ya 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 

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(Bridge) 

(Ad-libs) 

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(Bridge)