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[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 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...[Verse 1 - 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 niggaz corny raps Yeah 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 'em Ninety-nine problems prick, don't become the hundreth 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, nah I owns the team Ricky Ross, Roc-A-Fella, I 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 in auto I'm a walkin' memorial I'm legendary for whippin' whippin' that boss So nigga just let that cause go[Hook with ad-libs][Bridge][Verse 2 - Young Jeezy]Hey, let's go Snowman bitch, I don't even wear the same draws Flat screens on my walls, flows look like bowling balls I know Big Meeks, the real Big Meeks 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, swear it's white as pillow cases I got a dirty mouth but my kitchen's clean Them folks ridin' hid the pots and the triple beams Hit the Dodge spot I must've copped six Magnums Marriott suite, I must've used six magnums Feds on my tail, you know them boys'll six flag ya Testarossa ride, like I'm on a coaster ride Sheet mix, remix still talkin' white bricks Two 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 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 at daddy in face now tell me how good does it taste 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, dog I'm just the biggest drought I'm in the distribution, I'm like Def Jam Release fish scales, scales on my desk man[Hook][Bridge][Ad-libs][Hook][Bridge]
