Guru - Hustlin' daze

feat. Donell Jones[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 yet 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 nigga's the way I G it A raw ghetto entrepeneur, 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, til my hustlin days are over [Chorus: Donell Jones] I'm a hustler, a hustler hmm Gotta get the dough to win And I'm a baller yeah, baller Shot call-errr I pack plenty of steel, plenty of steel For niggaz that wanna be actin ill All the player haters stay, off my nuts while I'm/we handlin business [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, til my hustlin days are over [Chorus] [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 {*Premier scratching: "If you ain't real about it, don't talk"*} [Chorus] {*Premier to the end: "If you ain't real about it, don't talk"*} [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