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Jay-Z - Hustlin' [Remix] Lyrics



Jay-Z - Hustlin' [Remix] Lyrics
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[ Featuring Rick Ross, Jeezy ]

Hustlin' hustlin'

Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin' (Slip N Slide, Slip N Slide)
Everyday I'm hustlin' (Roc-A-Fella, Roc-A-Fella)
Everyday I'm hustlin' (One umbrella, nigga, come on)
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin' (Slip N Slide, Slip N Slide)
Everyday I'm, everyday I'm (Roc-A-Fella, Roc-A-Fella)
Everyday I'm hustlin'

Hustle real hard (Rick Ross)
Hustle, hustle real hard (triple C's, Port of Miami)
Hustle real hard
Hustle, hustle real hard (305, MI-yayo)
Hustlin' hustlin' (uh)
Hustle-hustlin' hustlin' (Dade County)
Hustle, everyday I'm, everyday I'm (it's Ross)
Everyday I'm hustlin'

Uh, I'm the f*ckin' 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 water, I'm fulfillin' ya order
But the second ya bought her, Fed charges get brought up
I'm whippin' the case (case), like I'm whippin' the base (base)
Look ya dead in ya face now tell me how good does it taste (Ross)
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, dawg I'm just the biggest drought
I'm in the distribution, I'm like Def Jam
Release fish scales, scales on my desk man

Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm, everyday I'm

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 hustlin' (ay, let's go)

Snowman bitch, I don't even wear the same drawers (nah)
Flat screens on my walls, flows look like bowling balls (damn)
I know Big Meech (uh), the real Big Meech (yeah)
It's over for you clowns soon as my nigga hit them streets (ay)
I see you ridin' homie, but that ain't hard enough (nah)
You know me I might pull up in an armored truck (woo)
I stack big faces (yeah), I stack small faces (ay)
I stack all faces, squares as white as pillow cases (that's right)
I got a dirty mouth (mouth) but my kitchen's clean (ch'yeah)
Them folks ridin', hid the pots and the triple beams
Hit the Dodge lot I must've copped six Magnums (damn)
Marriott suite, I must've used six Magnums (ay)
Feds on my tail, you know the boy six flaged 'em (yeah)
Testarossa ride, took 'em on a coaster ride
G-mix, remix still talkin' white bricks (ay)
Two million records sold and I'm still talkin' white shit

Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm, everyday I'm

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

Hold up
Who you haters think you talkin' to? I'm the f*ckin' boss
White on white, G4, hater get lost
I'm in the air I don't hear niggas corny raps
Your nigga Hov is back (what?), yeah nigga Hov is back (uh)
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 hundreth one
'Less you got a hundred lives murder got 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, 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 boss
So nigga just let that cause go

Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin' (hey)
Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin' (hey)
Everyday I'm hustlin' (hey)
Everyday I'm hustlin' (Slip N Slide)
Everyday I'm hustlin' (Roc-A-Fella)
Everyday I'm, everyday I'm (One umbrella, nigga)

Hustle real hard
Hustle, hustle real hard
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Hustlin' hustlin'

Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin' (Slip N Slide, Slip N Slide)
Everyday I'm hustlin' (Roc-A-Fella, Roc-A-Fella)
Everyday I'm hustlin' (One umbrella, nigga, come on)
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin' (Slip N Slide, Slip N Slide)
Everyday I'm, everyday I'm (Roc-A-Fella, Roc-A-Fella)
Everyday I'm hustlin'

Hustle real hard (Rick Ross)
Hustle, hustle real hard (triple C's, Port of Miami)
Hustle real hard
Hustle, hustle real hard (305, MI-yayo)
Hustlin' hustlin' (uh)
Hustle-hustlin' hustlin' (Dade County)
Hustle, everyday I'm, everyday I'm (it's Ross)
Everyday I'm hustlin'

Uh, I'm the f*ckin' 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 water, I'm fulfillin' ya order
But the second ya bought her, Fed charges get brought up
I'm whippin' the case (case), like I'm whippin' the base (base)
Look ya dead in ya face now tell me how good does it taste (Ross)
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, dawg I'm just the biggest drought
I'm in the distribution, I'm like Def Jam
Release fish scales, scales on my desk man

Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm, everyday I'm

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 hustlin' (ay, let's go)

Snowman bitch, I don't even wear the same drawers (nah)
Flat screens on my walls, flows look like bowling balls (damn)
I know Big Meech (uh), the real Big Meech (yeah)
It's over for you clowns soon as my nigga hit them streets (ay)
I see you ridin' homie, but that ain't hard enough (nah)
You know me I might pull up in an armored truck (woo)
I stack big faces (yeah), I stack small faces (ay)
I stack all faces, squares as white as pillow cases (that's right)
I got a dirty mouth (mouth) but my kitchen's clean (ch'yeah)
Them folks ridin', hid the pots and the triple beams
Hit the Dodge lot I must've copped six Magnums (damn)
Marriott suite, I must've used six Magnums (ay)
Feds on my tail, you know the boy six flaged 'em (yeah)
Testarossa ride, took 'em on a coaster ride
G-mix, remix still talkin' white bricks (ay)
Two million records sold and I'm still talkin' white shit

Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm, everyday I'm

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

Hold up
Who you haters think you talkin' to? I'm the f*ckin' boss
White on white, G4, hater get lost
I'm in the air I don't hear niggas corny raps
Your nigga Hov is back (what?), yeah nigga Hov is back (uh)
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 hundreth one
'Less you got a hundred lives murder got 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, 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 boss
So nigga just let that cause go

Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin' (hey)
Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin' (hey)
Everyday I'm hustlin' (hey)
Everyday I'm hustlin' (Slip N Slide)
Everyday I'm hustlin' (Roc-A-Fella)
Everyday I'm, everyday I'm (One umbrella, nigga)

Hustle real hard
Hustle, hustle real hard
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Writer: Shawn Carter, Andrew Harr, Jermaine Jackson, William Leonard Roberts, Jermaine Jerrel Jackson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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