Hustlin' Daze

{[*"If you ain't real about it, don't talk"* -] Baby Thad}

[Verse 1: Guru]

It's ninety degrees on the corner, in the summer heat

Dreamin' of beach houses, mad ladies and Hummer jeeps

Got another beep now it's time to watch a brother creep

And pull another scam, not hit the man but the brother's deep

Ain't tryin to stay in this life for too long

You tellin' me that I'm bound to lose, but you wrong

I'm too strong, plus me and my team's got a true bond

I'll stay in these streets, you stay in the house where you belong

Yo, who's wrong, you never had to live in my shoes

And my view's, that every second is vital

The way I see it, nigga, is the way I G it

A raw ghetto entrepreneur, yeah, I be it

Not as glamourous, as the gangster flicks

I'll show you some gangster chicks that hold me down, we get rich

And get this, bet this, I'm after payola

The loot, the paper, till my hustlin' days are over

[Hook: Donell Jones]

I'm a hustler (Hustler), gotta get the dough to win

And I'm a baller (Baller), yeah, shot caller

I pack plenty of steel (Plenty of steel for niggas that wanna be actin ill)

All the player haters stay, off my nuts

While I'm handlin' business

[Verse 2: Guru]

Illegal business, I need to invest in somethin' legit

This money's comin too quick, I copped a house and two whips

Who switched it, not me, I'm keepin' it real

Keepin' the steel while the envious watch hungry, I'm eatin' my meal

Late nights, there ain't no time for stage frights

This ain't fiction, it's my mission to get paid, alright?

No need to speak about greed, long as I'm feedin' my seed

Then I'm completin' the deed, so I'm keepin' this cheese

High-priced lawyers, I'm too nice for ya

Never touchin' the work no more, too precise for ya

Controllin' the town, holdin' it down

I'm the Master Allah Now, I'm showin' you style

I go in your file, and make you hard to locate

Delete all your data don't disregard your fate

I'll off you then I'm off with a honey like Suave Bola

Shit I'm livin' this life, till my hustlin' days are over

[Hook: Donell Jones]

I'm a hustler (Hustler), gotta get the dough to win

And I'm a baller (Baller), yeah, shot caller

I pack plenty of steel (Plenty of steel for niggas that wanna be actin ill)

All the player haters stay, off my nuts

While I'm handlin' business

[Verse 3: Guru]

Bouncin' in and out of town, hope I don't step out of bounds

Chicks love to crowd around cause of my rep, how that sound?

Enemies are growin' in numbers, hopin' to catch me slumber

I wonder; how many are hopin' to take me under?

NARC's and Feds, throwin' darts at my head

Some new cats tryin to make me part with my bread

Now I'm in a zone worse than Nino in Sugar Hill

Now I'm all alone, the piper wants me to foot the bill

Now I'm facin' the judge, my name on a folder

In jail for life, my hustlin' days are over

{[*"If you ain't real about it, don't talk"* -] Baby Thad}

[Hook: Donell Jones]

I'm a hustler (Hustler), gotta get the dough to win

And I'm a baller (Baller), yeah, shot caller

I pack plenty of steel (Plenty of steel for niggas that wanna be actin ill)

All the player haters stay, off my nuts

While I'm handlin' business

{[*"If you ain't real about it, don't talk"* -] Baby Thad}

[Outro: Donell Jones]

Oh yeah

Yeah yeah yeah, uhh

Uhh.. ooohoooohwooooohhh

Get the paper, get the dough

Cause I'm hustlin

Gotta get the paper, get the dough

Cause I'm hustlin

And I'm a hustler

And I'm a baller, yeah

I pack plenty of steel

So all the player haters stay, off my nuts

While we handlin business

Oh yeah, ohooooohhhhhohhhhhh

Mmmmmmm ohhh ohhh, oh yeah

If you're with me, throw your guns in the air

Whoahoahaohohhhhohhhhhh, ohhh yeah