Guru, Donell Jones - Hustlin' Daze lyrics

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 brothers 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

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 niggas that wanna be actin ill
All the player haters stay, off my nuts
While I'm we handlin business

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

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

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
M-m-m-mmmm ohhh ohhh, oh yeah
If you're with me, throw your guns in the air
Whoahoahaohohhhhohhhhhh, ohhh yeah