Rick Ross

[fox69]

"Here I Am"
(feat. Nelly, Avery Storm)

"Here I Am"
(feat. Nelly, Avery Storm)


[Chorus]
I got a bunch of dollars
I can spend them on her
Cause she can be my lady,
She can be my lover
Call me on the late night,
Get right he ain't acting right
Every super woman needs a super man
Here I am

[Verse 1]
Sight seeing we might be in the
Codra port or that new white BM
Home from FAMU with a gorgeous face,
Next semester she transfer to Florida state
Cooking like home-etch for financial aid.
I highly doubt she has problems with financial aid .
Remember mean time my finance is straight
I even open up the doors to the panantial states Boss
She used to fight with her moms,
Till I sat em both down
Now she's tight with her moms (what?)
Yeah I put the ice on her arm,
Now she know she getting sliced
Spending nights in Milan (yeah)
We still blow weed together,
Cheated on her but we still gone be together
With the house on the water hit the beach whenever
She's from the north and still can't believe there whether Boss

[Chorus]
I got a bunch of dollars
I can spend them on her
Cause she can be my lady,
She can be my lover
Call me on the late night,
Get right he ain't acting right
Every super woman needs a super man
Here I am

[Verse 2]
Hear I am and here I go
Why you looking for that other
When you got the best?
The previous was a test for ya,
Now you in the big leagues
A black Steinbrenner who
Wouldn't wanna play for me?
Ya last man was a chump
And you can tell him I said it
He was talking a lot at first,
But you can see that dead it
You can see I ain't sweat it,
Hell ill even call him my self
And tell him I dead it naw
Please don't confuse me miss
I'm tryina see if I could put you
On my Christmas list
I hope you ain't offended by this
But I think your ass fine as shit and
That's straight up real talk, all bullshit
Aside she replied
"I Like To Do The Wild Thang"
Action took place at my place
Now my place is her place

[Chorus]
I got a bunch of dollars
I can spend them on her
Cause she can be my lady,
She can be my lover
Call me on the late night,
Get right he ain't acting right
Every super woman needs a super man
Here I am

[Verse 3]
Mo better mo cheddar not the man
Off your clothes last sweater (what)
Hoe getter gorilla f**k chuffers,
I went and got mo killers boss
I rock with Niggas like Fabulous cause
He tell the truth baby like Fabulous
But you make it look glamorous
Here's spaghetti strapped heals not for amateurs
Risk quite rocky, talk like foxy, job like roxy,
Spark that broccoli walk quite aky
Let me sexy I will save you if you let me.
Fly with me, get high as me
I love the alphabet girl I'm a G
Time will tell, Rolex watches
We show stoppas, hoes just watching

[Chorus]
I got a bunch of dollars
I can spend them on her
Cause she can be my lady,
She can be my lover
Call me on the late night,
Get right he ain't acting right
Every super woman needs a super man
Here I am

 

[fox69]

"High Definition"

"High Definition"


[Verse 1:]
I can talk about the bodies, I could tell you 'bout the killing
Duct taping niggas in the name of drug dealin'
Big body Benzes while the bitch niggas starve
Turtleneck Mercedes blowin' smoke up out the top
Time to talk about the money, I can tell you bout a profit
Ocean front spot moving niggas out the projects
Diamonds on my neck call it the ghetto's guillotine
Fuckin' with them jewelers nigga lit up like a screen, HD
Look at me ballin' I'm talkin' high definition
Fuckin' up six digits, boy that's just my definition
Niggas gotta get murked but I'm just minding my business
Bought three Range Rovers dolo, so fuck Expedition
On the road to the riches until I'm paid in full
And the Lord is my witness, I got a AK to pull
These niggas full of shit, my niggas moving bricks
I could front you fifty, but you gotta move 'em quick, my moolah thick

[Hook:]
Went and got me a choppa to put it right in ya face
Better blow out your brains before you give me a case
Got the forty by my dick I keep on pissin' on the hammer
When they talkin' slick I double back with that banana
High definition I'm stacking money to the ceiling
Fuck my whole feelings
Look here, it's time to make a killin
Got a hundred silent niggas and they fiending for a million
High definition bitches, my life a motion picture

[Verse 2:]
I could talk about the bitches, I could tell you 'bout the bricks
Pull up in the Bentley I could pop up in the six
Helicopter rides I can sit it on the club
Sound of the propeller had my young bitch busting nuts
Niggas wanna crack jokes just to get close to me
Hope you know that I'm strapped like I supposed to be
Put a number on your helmet like it's Notre Dame
5 grand'll get you whacked, won't even know your name
Road to the riches until I'm paid in full
And the Lord is my witness we making major moves
God forgives and I don't, I got it tatted in my skin
I'm going straight to hell that's if ballin' is a sin
Crucifix on my neck I pray it never melt
Pacquiao purse, boy I took another belt
Take a seat, I'm undefeated in this art of war
Rest in peace to the pussies, it's time to Scar some more

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Hit U From The Back"

"Hit U From The Back"


Ya See Sugar I Been Yernin To Hold You Now I'ma Be Strate Up And Down Witcha Cuz Dats The Only Way I
Know How To Be Now Baby Ima Ask U One Thing Can I Hold Ya

Cock Cock Ya Legs
Let Me Hitcha From The Back
Cock Cock Cock Ya Legs
Let Me Hitcha Form The Back
Cock Cock Cock Ya Legs
Let Me Hitcha From The Back
Hitcha From The Back Hitcha From The Back [x3]

Met Her Down At The Mall
Me And Boochie Copin Gucci
Boochie Dats My Road Dawg
Flippin Chickens For The Sushi
Musta Been A Freak Alone
For Baby Gurl To Read My Zone
Or Them Red Monkey Jeans Dat Made Her Wanna Ring My Phone
(There Dey Go There Dey Go)
A Big Ol Pack Of Pretty Bitches
(Ther Dey Go There Dey Go)
We Dem Niggas Wit Dem 6's
(There Dey Go There Dey Go)
Countin All That Freaky Money
See This Freaky Money See This Weaky Money
Look At Me I Cook For Her
Then I Make Her Cook For Me
She Make Me Cook Her Lobster Tails
I Make Her Go And Cook A Key
Catch A Flight First Class
Don P Every Glass
Next Year We Private Jets In The Clouds Havin Sex
Cum Once Cum Twice
Rick Ross Dum Nice
Baby Gurl Take Sum Advice And Cum And Fuck Ya Boy Tonight
Come Fuck Wit A Fat Nigga Baby
Fuck Wit A Rap Nigga Baby
I'm On My Way Its Time Ta Hitcha From The Back Baby

Let Me Hitcha From The Back
Cock Cock Ya Legs
Let Me Hitcha From The Back
Cock Cock Cock Ya Legs
Let Me Hitcha Form The Back
Cock Cock Cock Ya Legs
Let Me Hitcha From The Back
Hitcha From The Back Hitcha From The Back [x3]

Bundles A Bags So My Woman Can Brag
Bell Habor Bell Boys Say Ima Wonderful Dad
Excellent Pimp Salty The Shrimp
I Went And Bought The Benz
Same Kind Thatcha Rent
No Minute Man This Dick Long Term
I Lov Ta Get Brain Girl I Wanna Learn
You Could Show Me That You Could Teach Me Things
Welcome To The Mall Heres Ya First Pinky Ring
20 Karats 20 Grand Paris Hilton Lennin Bed
Cocaine Drug Lord
Live At The Vibe Awards
Sittin On The Third Row Call It The Bird Row
I'm Next Ta Birdman Young Jeezy Kirk Blow
We All Legends
Legends In The Game We Wuz At Legends Back In The 90's Maine
Now Im Like A Ghost, In The White Phantom
Take Her Home Fuck Her In The Wife Manner

Let Me Hitcha From The Back
Cock Cock Ya Legs
Let Me Hitcha From The Back
Cock Cock Cock Ya Legs
Let Me Hitcha Form The Back
Cock Cock Cock Ya Legs
Let Me Hitcha From The Back
Hitcha From The Back Hitcha From The Back [x3]

Fuck The Games Girl I Need A Super Freak
She Soakin In The Sunna I Smokin On A Leaf
When We Come Together I Always Do My Job
She Let Me Hit Hard Hit Hit Hit Hard
I Stroke And Stroke I Poke And Poke We Rope A Dope She Won't Let Go
I Giv Her A Stack She Givs Me Pleasure
Wen Baby Gurl Down Wit Me Its Wateva
Fuck Dat Movie Shit Im On Dat Puchy Shit
Downtown Shoppin Hot Shit Im Coppin
F Crown Hold Up Fresh Brown Rover Hitcha From The Back Fuck And Flip Ya Lik Ya Crack

Cock Cock Ya Legs
Let Me Hitcha From The Back
Cock Cock Cock Ya Legs
Let Me Hitcha Form The Back
Cock Cock Cock Ya Legs
Let Me Hitcha From The Back
Hitcha From The Back Hitcha From The Back [x3]

 

[fox69]

"Hold Me Back"

"Hold Me Back"


[Intro]
I see how these niggas playin’
But I could adapt
These niggas won’t hold me back [x8]
These hoes won’t hold me back
These hoes won’t hold me back
These niggas won’t hold me back
These niggas won’t hold me back

[Verse 1]
I look in my fridge, my shit lookin’ scarce
I got a few kids, we need some shit on the shelf
I get a knock at the door, they say my rent overdue
And while my niggas sell dope and don’t know what else to do
The only thing on my mind, I’m tryin’ to keep on the lights
I call up my slime, I need a kilo tonight
Everything whipped well, I’m eatin’ steak, no more soup
Then I parked the Capri, I went and bought me a Coupe
Everything takes time, but this shit came fast
Niggas standin’ in line, they wanna hold me back
I multiplied my hustle, stimulated my mind
Motivated my niggas and we’ll never divide, no

[Hook]
These niggas won’t hold me back [x4]
These hoes won’t hold me back
These hoes wanna hold me back [x3]
Noooo

[Verse 2]
First I got me a Taurus, then I copped me a Lexus
I took over Florida, my connect out of Texas
Then I start sippin’ purple, got my shit screwed
When you feedin’ your circle, watch your shipments improve
Fabricate ’bout your fortune, all my fabric’s imported
Fornicate in my fortress, 40k still my mortgage
24k my toilet, all my taxes reported
All my exes deported, shout-out Texas, New Orleans
All these niggas influenced by a hustler’s endurance
I just me the purest, but I need some insurance
Niggas watch who you fuckin’ just to hate on your bitches
Niggas breakin’ the rules, niggas facin’ suspicion

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Momma workin’ three jobs ’til I told her to quit
How we rose from the sewer, funny now I’m the shit
Niggas ain’t gettin’ money, but they got an opinion
Had this tech makin’ racket, serve you like you were tennis
Killers ride for that paycheck, AK okay, check
Bitch nigga let’s play chess, yo bitch next, no latex
These niggas won’t hold me back, told the feds they sold me set
Whip ‘em right and then come right back
Whip-whip-whip ‘em right and then come right back

[Hook x2]

[Verse 4]
Pussy ass niggas, pussy ass niggas
They all pussy ass niggas, pussy ass niggas
Lookin’ down on these niggas, pussy ass niggas
Pushin’ my new Ferrari on these pussy ass niggas
Pussy hoe, pussy hoe
She a pussy hoe until she give me pussy hoe
Pussy hoe, pussy hoe
Pussy hoe, she a pussy hoe

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"Holy Ghost"
(feat. Diddy)

"Holy Ghost"
(feat. Diddy)



[Hook x2: Rick Ross]
They say I'm gettin' money
Must be illuminati
Talking to the Holy Ghost
In my Bugatti
He knockin' on the do' don't let the Devil in
He knockin' on the do' don't let the Devil in

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Lord knows, that boy done been about it
Lord knows, that boy'll catch a body
Phone ringing, gotta be the Mexicans
Phone ringing, gotta be the Mexicans
Being dead broke is the root of all evil
Get money, my nigga, do good with your people
I got the calico, I got the dynamite
They wanna do it big? Pick a time tonight
Back to these bitches following my timeline
Back to these crackers following my timeline
Got the phone tapped, I think I'm being followed
Touch him with the Holy Ghost, can you hear me Father?

[Diddy:]
Father, please protect me from brokeness
And bitch ass niggas, Bitch ass bitches too
Keep 'em away

[Hook: Rick Ross]
They say I'm gettin' money
Must be illuminati
Talking to the Holy Ghost
In my Bugatti
He knockin' on the do' don't let the Devil in
He knockin' on the do' don't let the Devil in
They say I'm gettin' money
Must be illuminati
Talking to the Holy Ghost
In my Ferrari
He knockin' on the do' don't let the Devil in
He knockin' on the do' don't let the Devil in

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Work! That's all my niggas workin' with
Work! That's all my niggas lurkin' with
My teacher told me that I was a piece of shit
Seen her the other day, driving a piece of shit
Work! Exactly what I'm screamin' ho
Certified, 8 digit nigga, triple beamin' ho
You talkin' to the Holy Ghost
I'm smokin' 'til I overdose
When I fuck she let the pussy soak
Even my lawyer be askin is it dope
Never break the code shock me with a million volts
I'm forever dope, touched by the holy ghost

[Diddy:]
You see, they hate what they don't understand
Father, forgive them
For they know not what they do
Let's go

[Hook: Rick Ross]
They say I'm gettin' money
Must be illuminati
Talking to the Holy Ghost
In my Bugatti
He knockin' on the do' don't let the Devil in
He knockin' on the do' don't let the Devil in
They say I'm gettin' money
Must be illuminati
Talking to the Holy Ghost
In my Ferrari
He knockin' on the do' don't let the Devil in
He knockin' on the do' don't let the Devil in

 

[fox69]

"Homey N Hoes"
(with Birdman)

"Homey N Hoes"
(with Birdman)



[Intro]
Hey you want me to mack you
Well, check this out baby
You was flying commercial when I met you baby
Yeah, bitch didn’t even had a passport
But check this out
It’s ricky ross, maybach music
And I wanna do something different today baby
I wanna know what qualify you to fuck with a nigga like myself
Why should you ride in that spaceship with a boss
Talk to me
Well check this out baby
This is cash money, maybach music
You gotta admit you’re dime… true
I need to explore your mind baby, what’s really cracking lately
I’m in the multiplication baby
You might eat taco bell before midnight
It’s time to fuck with that prime 112 baby
Fuck with a hunned dollar salad
Tell me something good baby, talk to me
When you gonna put my album out?
What you mean your album?
I mean when you gonn make me a star
Check this out baby
You know you ain’t focused on what you sposed to be
Focused there
You really, you worried about your album, and your publishin
And, when I signed you baby
I signed you for who you are
I didn’t signed you for your publishing
And take advantage of your budgets
Well baby I need checks
Checks will soon come baby, just not right now
It’s all about triller
Cmb, birdman, ricky ross
Baby keep your eyes on the prize
It’s not a sunroof, I apologize
It’s convertible
My life is astronomical,
I’m not an astronaut baby
I just get high in the day
I need a car wash and a wax
These are simply facts, that I’m stating
The money and the making got me elevated
Elevators on my home, hoe I got it going on
On the g to the cold, bitch hit the dome
It’s 5 after
Am I what you desire baby?
Not hardly, cause what you driving
And what you eating, don’t make me shit baby
You been watching too much tv baby
I’m just tryina get your pussy wet baby
All you gotta do to satisfy a real nigga
Is smile and keep your hair done, baby
You see it’s triple c, cmb,
And for all you hoes out there that need motivation
You fucking with entrepreneurs right now
Go buy yourself a pair of birdman loaks
Buy that triller, buy that cmb catalogue baby
We been getting money a long way over there
I just wanna do some pimp shit
And fin to get records to the h presentation
And excuse me, I am high
Like I said baby this is a dealership, but we don't deal cars
No Hondas over here, hoe, you gotta understand
You gotta preorder these baby,
A piano come with these, CMB, Triple C

 

[fox69]

"Hood Billionaire"

"Hood Billionaire"


[Verse 1:]
Kilo at the telly, bitch it's Makiaveli
Double M empire, I know these niggas fear me
I'm already rich, I'm tired of bein' famous
I done fucked all these bitches, I can't even name 'em
But if the bitch is bad, bring her, yellow stone on my finger
Mink coat, mine cheetah, before I fuck I'm gon' eat her
All I talk is that cash, Versace all in my bag
Dope all in my vein, hoes hollin' my name
White T still pimpin, Lenox Mall in a Bentley
He a fuckboy, that's simple, I ain't into what he into
Hoes wave to my window, keep a pile of that endo
I always got bond money, you don't know what I've been through
Carol City niggas, still 187
Lil' Haiti niggas, still 211
Open lockin' niggas, still got them quarters
Overtime niggas (billionaire), still movin' water

[Verse 2:]
Let me show you how to get right, whip an ounce of that white
Fast forward to a brick, now you livin' that life
I can get you out of my hood, I'm a billionaire in my hood
Tryna buy a piece of the Dolphins, 5% of them good
Now I think I'm Don Shula
Pull up with 20 bitches on the hundred footer
All white me gusta, oh hallelujah
Oh hallelujah, oh I maneuver
Memphis niggas, still get it right (Tennessee)
Mississippi niggas still get it right (Las Vegas)
Florida boys, know we gonna get it right
Alabama hustlers, you gon' get it right

[Verse 3:]
I went and bought your bitch a washer and a dryer
Seen it in your son's face, I'm who he admires
Rules of the game, jack of all trades
Icy on the court at the basketball games
Nigga, tell your pops I got a million dollar watch
All you fake watch bustas, I'm the one to watch
Rolls Royce fake and my two yachts fake
30 franchises, show you what this pot make
Make the most in the Ghost, fuck Huffington Post
Young brother Rolls, Belaire Rose, I'm makin' a toast
At the Heat game, talkin' all cash
Still tweetin' while ya'll eatin' out of our trash
Chi-town niggas, we gon' get it right (Detroit)
New York niggas, time to get it right (Jersey waddap)
Philly niggas, know we gon' get it right
Dreamchasers, we gon' get it right
Shoot and run, we gon' get it right
305 niggas, we gon' get it right
20 for the bird, better get it right
Got a bag of money, nigga get it right
If you owe me somethin', better get it right
Hood billionaire, time to get it right
Hundred million nigga 'til I get it right
Hundred million nigga 'til I get it right

 

[fox69]

"Hustlin'"

"Hustlin'"


[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'

[Verse 1]
Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with, I'm the fuckin' boss
Seven forty-five, white on white that's fuckin' 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 motherfuckers flyin' 'cross the Atlantic
I know Pablo, Noriega, the real Noriega
He owe me a hundred favors
I ain't petty nigga, we buy the whole thang
See most of my niggas 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 lives

[Hook]
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]
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 shit still bitches and business
I'm on my money shit still whippin' them Benz
Major league who catchin' because I'm pitchin'
Jose Canseco just snitchin' because he's finish
I feed 'em steroids 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 nigga go on rat, run and tell 'em that
Mo' cars, mo' hoes, mo' clothes, mo blows

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
It's time to spend my thrills, custom spinnin' wheels
I ain't drove in a week them bitches spinnin' still
Talk about me because these suckers scared to talk about me
Killers talkin' bout me, it ain't no talk about me
It ain't no walkin' 'round me, see all these killers 'round me
Lot of drug dealin' 'round me goin' down in Dade County
Don't tote no twenty-twos, Magnum cost me twenty-two
Sat it on them twenty-twos, birds go for twenty-two
Lil' mama super thick, she say she twenty-two
She seen them twenty-twos, we in room two twenty-two
I touch work like I'm convertible Burt
I got distribution so I'm convertin' the work
In the M-I-A-YO them niggaz rich off that YAYO
Steady slangin' YAYO, my Chevy bangin' Yayo

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Hustlin' (Remix)"
(feat. Jay-Z, Young Jeezy)

"Hustlin' (Remix)"
(feat. Jay-Z, Young Jeezy)



[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]

 

[fox69]

"Hustlin' (Street Mix)"
(feat. Busta Rhymes)

"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 coke connect from niggaz from South America
My Guyanese niggaz used to hit me off, ha ha ha ha
Flipmode bitch, yeah
Busta Rhymes, Rick Ross
Now I think you niggaz 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 fuck you think you fuckin' with, I'm the fuckin' boss
Seven forty-five, white on white that's fuckin' 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 motherfuckers flyin' 'cross the Atlantic
I know Pablo, Noriega, the real Noriega
He owe me a hundred favors
I ain't petty nigga, we buy the whole thang
See most of my niggaz 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 shit too, I know ya can't believe
Just call me claustrophobia I leave no room to breathe
While other niggaz 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 coke connect through Pablo Escobar's children
Heard what I said bitch, Pablo Escobar's children
They call me whenever they manufacture the coke 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 coke that makes bodies numb once ya fingers in it
So white, the coke 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 shit still bitches and business
I'm on my money shit 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 nigga go on rat, run and tell 'em that
Mo' cars, mo' hoes, mo' clothes, mo blows

[Hook]