Rick Ross Hustlin (Jay Z and Young Jeezy Remix) Lyrics

Jay-Z
Hold up
Who you haters think you talkin' to, I'm the f___in' boss
White on white, G4, hater get lost
I'm in the air I don't hear n____z corny raps
Yeah n____ Hov is back, yeah n____ Hov is back
I got a honey bun, no not a chick
I got a honey bun, millions n____ I got couple hundred 'em
Ninety-nine problems p____, 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 b____ don't get hot, ha ha
Yeah I b____ 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 n____ just let that cause go

Hook with ad-libs

Bridge

Young Jeezy
Hey, let's go
Snowman b____, I don't even wear the same draws
Flat screens on my walls, flos look like bowling b____
I know Big Meech, the real Big Meech
It's over for you clowns soon as my n____ 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 boys'll six flag ya
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 s___

Hook
Bridge

Rick Ross
I'm the f___in' future n____, 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
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 s___ 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