Hustlin' (Remix)

[Hook] Every day I'm hustlin' Every day I'm hustlin' Every day I'm hustlin' Every day I'm hustlin' Every day I'm hustlin' Every day I'm hustlin' Every day I'm, every day I'm Every day I'm hustlin' Hustle real hard Hustle, hustle real hard Hustle real hard Hustle, hustle real hard Hustlin', hustlin', hustle Hustlin', hustlin', hustle Every day I'm, every day I'm Every day I'm hustlin' [Verse 1 - Rick Ross] Rick Ross, Triple C's, Port of Miami, Poe Boy 305 M-I-Yayo, Dade County, This 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 Willy Falcon, 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 into distribution, I'm like Def Jam Release fish scales, scales on my desk man [Hook] [Verse 2 - Young Jeezy] Hey, let's go Snowman bitch, I don't even wear the same drawers 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 boy Six Flagged 'em 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 [Hook] [Verse 3 - 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 niggas corny raps Ya 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 them Ninety-nine problems prick, don't become the hundredth 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, now I owns the team Ricky Ross, Young Jeezy we 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 raw So nigga just let that chorus go [Hook]