Jay-Z: Hustlin' remix

[Intro with Jay-Z ad-libs]Everyday I'm hustlin'Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'[Hook 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'[Bridge with Jay-Z ad-libs]Hustle real hardHustle, hustle real hardHustle real hardHustle, hustle real hardHustlin' hustlin'Hustle-hustlin' hustlin'Hustle, everyday I'm, everyday I'mEveryday I'm...[Verse 1 - Jay-Z]Hold upWho you haters think you talkin' to, I'm the fuckin' bossWhite on white, G4, hater get lostI'm in the air I don't hear niggaz corny rapsYeah nigga Hov is back, that nigga Hov is backI got a honey bun, no not a chickI got a honey bun, millions nigga I got couple hundred 'emNinety-nine problems prick, don't become the hundreth one'Less you got a hundred lives murder bout a hundred, uhWe don't resort to violence, we on resorts and islandsWith linen shorts and shades, case they thought you was lyin'My Louis slippers, Polo topLinen shorts so my balls don't get hot, ha haYeah I balls a lot, nah I owns the teamRicky Ross, Roc-A-Fella, I owns the sceneStop playin' with me lames y'all not my equalIt ain't no coincidence that my age is a kiloWhich means that I'm pordo, which means that I'm gordoWhich means that I use a G4, like in autoI'm a walkin' memorialI'm legendary for whippin' whippin' that bossSo nigga just let that cause go[Hook with ad-libs][Bridge][Verse 2 - Young Jeezy]Hey, let's goSnowman bitch, I don't even wear the same drawsFlat screens on my walls, flows look like bowling ballsI know Big Meeks, the real Big MeeksIt's over for you clowns soon as my nigga hit them streetsI see you ridin' homie, but that ain't hard enoughYou know me I might pull up in an armored truckI stack big faces, I stack small facesI stack all faces, swear it's white as pillow casesI got a dirty mouth but my kitchen's cleanThem folks ridin' hid the pots and the triple beamsHit the Dodge spot I must've copped six MagnumsMarriott suite, I must've used six magnumsFeds on my tail, you know them boys'll six flag yaTestarossa ride, like I'm on a coaster rideSheet mix, remix still talkin' white bricksTwo million records sold and I'm still talkin' white shit[Hook][Bridge][Verse 3 - Rick Ross]I'm the fuckin' future nigga, what you can't see the factsYa want them pretty things, I'm the one ya need to askThey come cross the border, I'm fulfillin' ya orderBut the second ya bought her, Fed charges get brought upI'm whippin' the case, like I'm whippin' the baseLook at daddy in face now tell me how good does it tasteWillie Fal-con, I'm the Dow JonesDown South where them D-Boys ground zonesWe never steal cars, what I'm puttin' miles onThirty feet, it cost a couple hundred thousandMy shit bigger than your's, at the biddin' warsI'm the one they biddin' for, dog I'm just the biggest droughtI'm in the distribution, I'm like Def JamRelease fish scales, scales on my desk man[Hook][Bridge][Ad-libs][Hook][Bridge]