Hustlin’ (Remix) - Intellectual

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

Every day I'm hustlin'

Every day I'm, every day I'm

Every day I'm hustlin'

Hustle real hard (Rick Ross, Triple C's)

Hustle, hustle real hard (Port of Miami, Poe Boy)

Hustle real hard

Hustle, hustle real hard

Hustlin', hustlin', hustle (305 M-I-Yayo)

Hustlin', hustlin', hustle (Dade County)

Every day I'm, every day I'm (This Ross)

Every day I'm hustlin'

[Verse 1: 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

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 yours, 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

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

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

Every day I'm, every day I'm

Every day I'm hustlin'

[Verse 2: Jeezy]

Hey, let's go

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

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 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

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

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

Every day I'm, every day I'm

Every day I'm hustlin'

[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 puro, 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

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

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

Every day I'm, every day I'm

Every day I'm hustlin'