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I'm on my hustle......BITCH
Like russell simmons or simon garfunkel.....BITCH you heard
What i said i'm on my HUSTLE.......BITCH
Like rick ross minus

[Rick Ross] 
You niggas ass backwards out here nigga
You’re wedding shouldn’t cost more than your funeral nigga

Brick in my jeans
Two bricks for

[Rick Ross] 
You niggas ass backwards out here nigga
You’re wedding shouldn’t cost more than your funeral nigga

Brick in my jeans
Two bricks for

diamonds on my neck that's an ice rink
Is it cold outside or is it just me
Miami D Slim Brunt fuck a big three
Imma eat this shit like I'm Rick Ross
Can't

put in needles
Mix of Rick Ross painting with Bob Ross's easel
Buffalove gets no love, out here look medieval
The segregation is real
That's why we

chocolatey whip-toppin'
So whether you're hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac
Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, you'll dig this
If not then kick rocks in flip flops

Under palm trees, we got them choppas that'll eat your flesh
The real Rick Ross know every bird gotta leave the nest
You stole your name, I pulled your

Rollin'

R. Kelly

Double Up

2007

and bitches they lie
But home boy them stats don't
R & B Boss

Hustling like Rick Ross
Man my flow is so raw
So niggas don't piss me off
I'm a player

and, relaxin' 
Be strollin' like Sir-Captain
See I got a, baby daughter, and I feed her with this rappin'
Not trappin', D-boy, but rappin', huh (yeah,

Cocaine

UGK

Underground Kingz

2007

condition, my Phantom in the front yard
We them real dope boys, I ain't gotta front dog

Big dope in the trunk, following my Map Quest
Choppers in

gnarly)
We some gnarly boys for real (O oh)

Thousand grams, I'ma get it off (Gas)
Movin' like a boss wanna floss (Huh?)
Pockets on Rick Ross (What?)

spitting the real speed (real speed)
That's to put my shit and all I wana do is kill B

[Imitates Soulja Boy:]
And now I'm Soulja Boy (YOOUUU)
You ain't know

Kit, where you goin'?
Sorry, Michael, it's Rick the Ruler
I have to go (are you ready?)

Lights, camera, action, you're on
Get old Ricky D

rapper, ya that's on god
We're big dogs, no Rick Ross, get criss crossed
Elevated to another level, on god
I don't stop, I got no ceiling like a drop top
My

boy, I'm a real Demon
I was all on the block servin' to the fiends
Hit ya bitch one time then she for the Team
Gotta nine on me if a nigga start creeping

Brown Paper Bag

Fat Joe

We the Best [Clean]

2007

Jeezy]
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good

And nigga raised by the rat's roaches
Real youngen holdin coke
State they gave my man life
Feds they gave my man 10
Messin with this dirty game feel like
I'm

Rick Ross lost
These false thoughts keep me isolated from the Average
Watch when you get it back, bitch, I was better When you had it
See, boy, I'm

like I'm randy moss,
It's like I had a dentist visit boy the way I floss ,
I'm on that healthy but my pockets chubby rick Ross,
I took some losses but

Boy, I got swag
Running up the Raf, boy, I got swag
Ricky that's my bag, boy, I got swag
Marc Jacob on the tag, boy, I got swag
Wheezy Beats

I

Unify

Spirits in the Rock

Unify

2003

it by my lonely now I'm the big homie

But I'm his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come Rick is
The one who expose cornball rappers with

Cut You Loose

Slaughterhouse

SlaughterHouse

2009

I'm talkin' to you as a man
How the FUCK is you flossin a Benz?
Listenin' to this nigga Rick Ross dissin' 'em
Jim Jones dissin' Jay
This rap shit

you just lost
Don't matter paper stacks CEO or the big boss
Drive a Maybach Big Tymer or you Rick Ross
Don't give a damn bout your pride boy your soul

young mob the boy and dpc
When I'm up in the D
We gon stunt like a dog
My negus drop out of school
But we subject to ball
Don't worry about the crackers