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RICK ROSS lyrics : "Hustlin' (Street Mix feat. Busta Rhymes)"

[Intro]
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'

Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'

Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'


Everyday I'm hustlin'
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'


[Busta Rhymes: speaking over Intro]
Hey yo, Rick Ross
I had the wild !@%!e connect from ^!$$%z from South America

My Guyanese ^!$$%z used to hit me off, ha ha ha ha
Flipmode (*##$, yeah
Busta Rhymes, Rick Ross

Now I think you ^!$$%z know what it is
See when the Reaganomics of it was poppin' off
We used to get that inconceivable pop

Rick Ross, go 'head and talk to 'em

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

Who the $#&@ you think you $#&@in' with, I'm the $#&@in' boss
Seven forty-five, white on white that's $#&@in' Ross
I cut 'em wide, I cut 'em long, I cut 'em fat (What)

I keep 'em comin' back (What), we keep 'em comin' back
I'm in the distribution, I'm like Atlantic
I got them mother$#&@ers flyin' 'cross the Atlantic

I know Pablo, Noriega, the real Noriega
He owe me a hundred favors
I ain't petty ^!$$%, we buy the whole thang

See most of my ^!$$%z really still deal cocaine
My roof back, my money rides
I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm runnin' like

When they snatch black I cry for a hundred nights
He got a hundred bodies, servin' a hundred lifes


[Hook: with Busta Rhymes ad-libs]
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-everyday I'm hustlin'

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

Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm, everyday I'm


[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
I'm on this %#@! too, I know ya can't believe

Just call me claustrophobia I leave no room to breathe
While other ^!$$%z done lived see I create a scene
Then I get up on my grind and I hustle to another level to another extreme

Amphetamines, weed the empire that I'm building
Even got a !@%!e connect through Pablo Escobar's children
Heard what I said (*##$, Pablo Escobar's children

They call me whenever they manufacture the !@%!e shipment
Whenever there is a drought and we need to place an order
I holla at Manuela Escobar, Pablo's daughter

From Columbia through Bahamas, Florida Keys border
Yes, the hunger for enchilada gets hotter please call her
She gets me !@%!e that makes bodies numb once ya fingers in it

So white, the !@%!e got a sparkle like she got crystals in it
Look, out of town my gangsta's bubblin'
See I will flip and sell you any drug cuz I be hustlin'


[Hook]

[Verse 3]
We never steal cars, but we deal hard

Whip it real hard whip it whip it real hard
I caught a charge, I caught a charge
Whip it real hard, whip it whip it real hard
Ain't bout no funny %#@! still (*##$es and business
I'm on my money %#@! still whippin' them Benzs

Major league who catchin' because I'm pitchin'
Jose Canseco just snitchin' because he's finish
I feed 'em steriods to strengthen up all my chickens
They flyin' over Pacific to be specific
Triple C's you know it's back we holdin' sacks

So ^!$$% go on rat, run and tell 'em that
Mo' cars, mo' hoes, mo' clothes, mo blows

[Hook]

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