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Lyrics to 'Hustlin' by Game. Keep on trying, You can never hold me down (you can't hold me) You can never hold me down (you can't hold me) You can never hold me down (you can't hold me) C, C, Can't hold me. Sep 30, 2010  In Da Club Remix - 50 Cent, Beyonce, Biggie, Eazy E, Dre, Snoop Dogg, ICP, Vanilla Ice, 2Pac, Eminem - Duration: 9:34. Half 0f Infinity Productions © 11,339,955 views.

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Everyday I'm Hustling Lyrics

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Rick Ross Hustlin

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

Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm 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'
Who the fuck your think your fucking with? I'm the fucking boss

Seven forty-five, white on white, that's fuckin Ross
I cut 'em wide, I cut 'em long, I cut 'em fat (wah?)
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 (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 caine
My roof back (roof back), my money rides (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
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

We never steal cars but we deal hard
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
I caught a charge,
(you 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 steroids to strengthen up all my chickens
They're flyin' over Pacifics to be specific

Triple C's, you know it's back, we holdin' sacks
So n, go on rat, run and tell 'em that (tell em dat)
Mo' cars,
(mo' cars)

mo' hoes
(mo' hoes)
mo' clothes
(mo' clothers)

mo blows
(mo' blows)
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev', everyday I'm hustlin'

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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
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 22's, Magnum cost me twenty two
Sat it on them 22's, birds go for twenty two
Lil' mama super thick, she say she 22
She seen them 22's, we in room 222
I touch work like I'm convertible Burt
I got distribution, so I'm convertin' the work
In the M I A yo, them niggas rich off yayo
Steady slangin' yayo, my Chevy bangin', hey yo
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
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ahhhh
unhhuh
yeah
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R 3, motherfuckers couldn't wait
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Niggas not want Jada to kiss on them (kiss on'em)
Throw sour milk or piss on them (piss on'em) burn their cell
Snitch niggas playing the game 'Who turn to tell' (what?)
I'm waiting right here for the warden and burning the L
Recognize real this is an example of that (yeah)
Grey uncut diesel come and sample a sack
D-Block where the hammers is at (that's right)
Every night is like the Apollo with guns, even amateurs clap
I hit raw in the store, ravined, then laid low on the yea-yo
When I cop more of the green
Got a BX connect and a Georgia Team
My life is juicy nigga
It was all a dream
It's my house so I'm a ask you to leave
I'm like carbon-dioxide
Cause I don't want you faggots to breathe
And I might murk two in the new Smurf blue
2002 BM wagon with the B's (unuh)

(Styles)
All my niggas with guns
Keep busting them
All my niggas with drugs
Keep hustling
All my niggas with money
Keep getting it
All my niggas that ride
Keep living it

(Styles)
It's the kid with the attitude
Chip on the shoulder
Brick in the whip with the 5th in the holster
Purple in the dutchee (un huh) I got a circle full of niggas
that will kill your grandmother if she touch me
Told you I get deep with a gun
If I die then my niggas teach the rules of the street to myson
Cause I might got to meet with the lord
What I live by? die by?
My gun, my word, and my sword
Cause niggas sound hard but they just ain't convincing me
Microwave killer, do my shit instantly
Built that courage in Anna, it's the dark side
that makes me want to flip and go smother your mama (bitch)
Just for birthing your ass
And this the ghost when you take your last breath
And I'm cursing your ass
And I'm sort of like the Grim Reaper, but I'm a get deeper
Cause I'm right here on earth for your ass

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This is it
Sheek Luc.c'mon

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(Sheek)
You know Sheek hold it down wherever he at (no doubt)
You wanna knock yourself out?
Nah let me do that
I'm thugging everything I'm on (yeeah)
I spit too hard
Keep the hawk like I'm out in the yard
Even in the boot Luch keep a gat in his hand
Brick under the fan, think I care about a moon man or Grammyaward?
What did you expect? I ain't seeing double platinum
unless I take it off your fucking neck (right now)
Cut my check and get out my face
Before I go home and get that new shit out the case (no doubt)
I don't think y'all hearing me, it's not fair to me
I'll clap you if my niggas is daring me
Your God is dumping your face
Then run up and choke your bitch ass, just in case
Then that y'all is thirsty to hear some more
You better put a rush on Volume four (d block)
Walk with me

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