[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 n____'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 n____z 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

s___ 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

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