Hustlin' (Bootleg)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

Who you suckers think you trippin' with? Yes I'm the boss

745, white-on-white, that's Rick Ross

I cut 'em wide, I cut 'em long, I cut 'em fat

I keep 'em comin' back, we keep 'em comin' back

I'm into distribution, I'm like Atlantic

I got them pretty things flyin' across the Atlantic

I know Pablo, Noriega

The real Noriega, he owe me a hundred favors

I ain't petty player, we buy the whole thang

See most of my homies hustle, they still do they thang

My roof back (roof back), my money rides (my money ride)

I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm runnin' like

When they snatched Black, I cried for a hundred nights

He got a hundred bodies, servin' a hundred lives

[Chorus]

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:Plan B]

Yeah I'm always hustlin' blud

I'm hustlin' even when

I'm just sitting in the flat, sipping on a Jack, chilling with my girlfriend

'Cause I'm always on the phone like who? What? When?

What did you just say? Can you say that again?

What you motherfucking mean, motherfucker wants ten?

Motherfucker's supposed to be my motherfucking friend

Give him eight per cent and say that shit's peng

Considering that I'm still living in the ends

And I'm still driving in the same old banged out ride

Reg plate starting with an N

Looking at the Benz

And the BMs

Thinking: how come I ain't in one of them

Yeah my LP dropped blud, so what then?

Them there money's dried up since then

I'm still Ben

Same old little pink dicked white boy that I was before

Except now I'm a little less young

Little less dumb and a little less poor?

What's enough? More? Is it 'cause I think your tough enough or do I just know the score?

Blud, they can't say I ain't talented, all they can say is that I'm too raw

What's my name? Ben Drew, not Ben Draw

Still no-one backs me like Jo

Whiley, Ras Kwame or Zane Lowe

On BBC Radio

Who cares what that fat prick said he's pop

Yeah Chris Moyles - he had a pop

First him and now Tim, So what?

Neither of them got a clue about Hip Hop

Blud

[Chorus]

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

[Bridge: Chris Martin]

Where do we go, nobody knows

I've got to say I'm on my way down

God give me style and give me grace

God put a smile upon my face

[Chorus]

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