{[*"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, n***a, 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 n***as 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 n***as 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 n***as 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
