Every day I´m hustlin´
Every day I´m hustlin´
Every day I´m hustlin´
Every day I´m hustlin´

Every day I´m hustlin´
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
Hustlin´, hustlin´, hustle
Every day I´m, every day I´m
Every day I´m hustlin´

[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

Every day I´m hustlin´
Every day I´m hustlin´
Every day I´m hustlin´
Every day I´m hustlin´
Every day I´m hustlin´
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
Hustlin´, hustlin´, hustle
Every day I´m, every day I´m
Every day I´m hustlin´

[Young 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

Every day I´m hustlin´
Every day I´m hustlin´
Every day I´m hustlin´

Every day I´m hustlin´
Every day I´m hustlin´
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
Hustlin´, hustlin´, hustle
Every day I´m, every day I´m
Every day I´m hustlin´

[Rick Ross]
Rick Ross, Triple C´s, Port of Miami, Poe Boy
305 M-I-Yayo, Dade County, this 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

Every day I´m hustlin´
Every day I´m hustlin´
Every day I´m hustlin´
Every day I´m hustlin´
Every day I´m hustlin´
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
Hustlin´, hustlin´, hustle
Every day I´m, every day I´m
Every day I´m hustlin´