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Rick Ross

Hustlin'

 

Hustlin'

(album: Port Of Miami - 2006)


Every day I'm hustling
Hustle, hustling hustling
Hustle, hustling hustling
Hustle, hustling hustling
Hustle, hustling hustling

Every day I'm hustling
Every day I'm hustling
Every day I'm hustling
Every day I'm hustling
Every day I'm hustling
Every day I'm, every day I'm, every day I'm hustling

Every day I'm hustling
Every day I'm hustling
Every day I'm hustling
Every day I'm hustling
Every day I'm hustling
Every day I'm hustling
Every day I'm, every day I'm, every day I'm hustling

Who the fuck you think you fucking with, I'm the fucking boss
Seven forty-five, white on white that's fucking Ross
I cut 'em wide, I cut 'em long, I cut 'em fat (What)
I keep 'em coming back (What), we keep 'em coming back
I'm in the distribution, I'm like Atlantic
I got them motherfuckers flying 'cross the Atlantic
I know Pablo, Noriega, the real Noriega
He owe me a hundred favors (Church)
I ain't petty nigga, we buy the whole thang
See most of my niggas really still deal cocaine
My roof back (Roof back), my money right (My money right)
I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm running like
When they snatch black I cry for a hundred nights
He got a hundred bodies, serving a hundred lives

Every day I'm hustling
Ev-every day I'm hustling
Every day I'm hustling
Ev-every day I'm hustling
Every day I'm hustling
Every day I'm hustling
Every day I'm hustling
Every day I'm, every day I'm

We never steal cars, but we deal hard
Whip it real hard whip it whip it real hard
I caught a charge (You caught a charge?), I caught a charge (Yeah?)
Whip it real hard, whip it whip it real hard
Ain't bout no funny shit still bitches and business
I'm on my money shit still whipping them Benzes
Major league who catching because I'm pitching
Jose Canseco just snitching because he finish
I feed 'em steroids to strengthen up all my chickens
They flying over Pacific to be specific
Triple Cs you know it's fact we holding sacks
So nigga go on rat, run and tell 'em that
Mo' cars, mo' hoes, mo' clothes, mo blows

Every day I'm hustling
Ev-every day I'm hustling
Every day I'm hustling
Ev-every day I'm hustling
Every day I'm hustling
Every day I'm hustling
Every day I'm hustling
Every day I'm, every day I'm

It's time to spend my thrills, custom spinning wheels
I ain't drove in a week them bitches spinning still
Talk about me 'cause these suckers scared to talk about me
Killers chalking 'bout me (What? Chalkin')
It ain't no talk about me (What? It ain't no talk about me)
It ain't no walking 'round me, see all these killers 'round me
Lot of drug-dealing 'round me going down in Dade County
Don't tote no twenty-twos, Magnum cost me twenty-two
Sat it on them twenty-twos, birds go for twenty-two
Lil' mama super thick, she say she twenty-two
She seen them twenty-twos, we in room two twenty-two
I touch work like I'm convertible Burt
I got distribution so I'm converting the work
In the M-I-A-YO them niggas rich off that YAYO
Steady slanging YAYO, my Chevy banging Yayo

Every day I'm hustling
Ev-every day I'm hustling
Every day I'm hustling
Ev-every day I'm hustling
Every day I'm hustling
Every day I'm hustling
Every day I'm hustling
Every day I'm, every day I'm

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