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Оох, ты счастливчик
Ты должен слушаться начальника
Я готов гулять с тобой посреди ночи
Ты будешь держать меня за руку?

(Хук: Рик Росс)
Мне нужно сто черных гробов для ста плохих людей
Сто черных могил, я могу там улечься

Оох, ты счастливчик
Ты должен слушаться начальника
Я готов гулять с тобой посреди ночи
Ты будешь держать меня за руку?

(Хук: Рик Росс)
Мне нужно сто черных гробов для ста плохих людей
Сто черных могил, я могу там улечься

[Intro]
"Oooh, now you are one lucky nigga."
"You better listen to your boss white boy."
"Oh, I'm gonna walk in the moonlight with you."
"You wanna hold my hand?"

[Hook]
I need a hundred black coffins for a hundred bad men

[Intro:]
God forgives...I don't.
In other words, retaliation is a must!

[Hook:]
I bow my head, I pray to God
Survival of the fittest,
Help me hold my chopper, Lord!

Ain't no shook hands in Brooklyn
Army fatigued then fatigue the enemies
Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up
Moms crouched up over the casket screamin', "Bastard!"

Cryin', know my friends is lyin'
I know who killed 'em, filled 'em
With 'em Lugers from they rugers or they Deserts

Got on my darkest shades, this man is made
Inherit no riches, Jehovah's my witness
Physical fitness, home economics
In the kitchen digital scales producing the product
Cut the noose off my neck, black runaway slave
In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave
They wanna know names, they toting on thangs
Never wanted the fame, just wanted the range

Bobbin to the music, this is how we do it all night (all night)
Breezin' down the freeway just me and my baby, (in our ride)
just me and my boss, no worries at all
listening to the Aston Martin Musiic Music

Hook: Drake

Would of came back for you

I think I'm Big Meech Larry Hoover, whipping work, halleluiah, one nation under god real niggas getting money from the fucking start.
I think I'm Big Meech Larry Hoover, whipping work, hallelujah, one nation under god real niggas getting money from the fucking start.

My rolls Royce triple black
I'm iche hoe,
Balling in the club, bottles like I'm miche hoe
Ross that's my nickname
Cocaine running in my big vain

Trilllaaaaa...
BOSSSS
Yeah, trilla, feels good baby
BOSSSS,
I done took over the game nigga,
Hoppin' out the blue gotti with my bellys? on
No underwear nigga, my jeans tight fitted to nigga
Jay-Z wuddup nigg !

Ross, Flo Rida? Poe Boy Entertainment, Like I Said We The Best, Flor Rida, Apt, Millions

[Chorus: x4]
I Don't Want No Cake On My Birthday I Want My Cake Err Day Errday

I'm a Be Honest, Tomorrows Not Promised That's Y I Say This,
Here Today Then Your Gone Like Renting A Car From Avis,
Hurts But It's The Truth, Your Diving Out That Mercedes,

[Chorus Rick Ross (Dre)]
This outta jean, and the head full of dough (Yeah)
Bottle on tha’ rosé, pass me some mo'
I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes
Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow

[Intro: Rick Ross]
They told me it's never too late for prayer
Well Lord! Pray for us niggas
Cause we ready to die for this shit

[Hook: Rick Ross]
If I die tonight I pray I get buried in clean drawers
Line us all up, just bury me with my dawgs

Hustlin, Hustlin, Hustlin', 14x
Everyday Im day Im hustlin, 15x

[Verse 1]

Who the f*ck you think you f*ckin with, im the f*ckin boss 745 white on white thats f*ckin ross
I cut em wide, I cut em long, I cut em fat (what?)
I keep em commin back, We keep em commin back

Geechi Liberace, rings on every finger
In the south with the AC set at 69 at all times

[Verse 1]
I fell asleep with the Rollie on
A young Michael Corleone
Custom made suits and designer shoes
Takes two hours to go through my shoes

[Verse 1:]
A month ago, I gave a chick a hundred stacks
Straight to Neiman Marcus, young bitch had a heart attack
Ohhh man, I love my bitches
Bottles, Beamers, brand New Benz's
Barbies, ballerina's and Britney's
Barbra Streisand edition Bentleys
Bricks, big face hundreds in bundles

[Intro]
Watch the real niggas celebrate
All the real niggas selling weight
Watch the real niggas celebrate

[Hook]
I swear to God, that’s on my kids
Every day that I’m alive, I gotta live

Два дня без сна опять (???)
Мне кажется пора менять привычки или обстановку,
Я электричку пропустил или остановку?
Жить так просто - ешь, пей, да дыши.
Надежда ложь, но утешенье души.
Я охуевший лирик.
Бегство от себя - тема затертая до дыр в этом вечном мире,
Мы ждем звезды, а то терни до лужи

[Biggie]
I'm living better now
Livin' better now
I'm living better now
Better, better now
I'm living better now
Livin' better now
Livin' livin' better now

Kilograms were the key to my success
I apologise being so discreet with my connects
Lamborghini’s were figments of my imagination
whoever figured the figures this figure would be making
plenty cream my women pose like figurines
whips weaving through traffic the triple black centipedes
0please let a n-gga breath
dilated pupils are the seeds of a n-ggas greed

We at the condo, let's have pool party
Ain't no space in the garage, I got a new Buggati

I heard a young nigga had to sell his soul
For a new Bugatti and a ton of gold
Stepping in the crib, I gotta pat you down
So old school, still in my cap and gown
The lawn manicured and it's well lit

[Intro]
One way in one way out

[Hook]
Ain't no U turns on the block
It ain't no U turns on my block
Ain't no U turns on my block
Ain't no U turns on my block

[Intro]
In this game it's all about timin'
It's all about your movement
Ours is oyster perpetual
Swiss, so accurate
Presidential
The dirty niggas, right?

Come on let's pray
Dear Lord
Please forgive us for all the sins we have brought upon us
And look down upon us with forgiveness
For all the sins we will have in the future
I know you understand that niggas ain't perfect
But we try, Lord
We try to keep our heads up in bad times

Port of miami (uhhh)
Importing the candy (uhhh)
Aint got nothign to lose (nah)
I'm just supporting my family
(push it to the limit)
Never traffic for fun (fun)
Only traffic for funds (funds)
All i seen is the sruggle (struggle)

1. Apple of My Eye — Raphael Saadiq, Rick Ross feat. Raphael Saadiq, Rick Ross
2. Santorini Greece
3. Idols Become Rivals — Rick Ross feat. Chris Rock, Chris Rock, Rick Ross
4. Trap Trap Trap — Rick Ross feat. Young Thug & Wale
5. Dead Presidents — Rick Ross feat. Future, Jeezy & Yo Gotti, Future, Rick Ross, Jeezy, Yo Gotti
6. She On My Dick — Rick Ross, Rick Ross feat. Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane
7. I Think She Like Me — Ty Dolla $ign, Rick Ross feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Rick Ross
8. Powers That Be — Rick Ross feat. Nas, Rick Ross, Nas

White girl, that Ricky Lake
That boy can't feel his face
Rozay and I'm blowed up
Sho nuff, no cut
1 Glock, 2 Chainz, 3 dudes, 4 thangs
550 S-Class, inside its jet-black
You know me, I'm with that
Snitch and you kidnapped

Hook]
I ride for my niggas, dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas, dawg, I ride for my niggas, dawg
(Stay schemin', niggas tryna get at me, dawg)
I ride for my niggas

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Damn, life's so short

Tracklist
Intro - Everyday Im Hustlin'
1. 100 Black Coffins
2. B.M.F (feat. Styles P)
3. Elvis Presley Blvd
4. Billionare
5. Mafia Music
6. FuckWithMeYouKnowIGotIt (feat. Jay-Z)

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[Hook:]
Doin a 150 miles and runnin,
Get up in the way then u know that I'm gunnin,
Laff about the doe but really ain't nutin funny,
Gettin rich in a rush, Yeah u know us,
We the Usual Suspectsss,
The real definition of success,
Throwin money cause I can and I love it,

Hustle, Hustlin 'Hustlin'
Hustle, Hustlin 'Hustlin'
Hustle, Hustlin 'Hustlin'
Hustle, Hustlin 'Hustlin'
Hustle, Hustlin 'Hustlin'
Hustle, Hustlin 'Hustlin'
Hustle, Hustlin 'Hustlin'

Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'