[Guru]
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It's ninety degrees on the corner, in the summer heat
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Dreamin of beach houses, mad ladies and Hummer jeeps
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Got another beep now it's time to watch a brother creep
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and pull another scam, not yet the man but the brother's deep
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Ain't tryin to stay in this life for too long
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You tellin me that I'm bound to lose, but you wrong
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I'm too strong, plus me and my team's got a true bond
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I'll stay in these streets, you stay in the house where you belong
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Yo who's wrong, you never had to live in my shoes
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And my view's, that every second is vital
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The way I see nigga's the way I G it
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A raw ghetto entrepeneur, yeah I be it
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Not as glamourous, as the gangster flicks
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I'll show you some gangster chicks that hold me down we get rich
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And get this, bet this, I'm after payola
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The loot, the paper, til my hustlin days are over
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[Chorus: Donell Jones]
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I'm a hustler, a hustler hmm
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Gotta get the dough to win
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And I'm a baller yeah, baller
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Shot call-errr
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I pack plenty of steel, plenty of steel
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For niggaz that wanna be actin ill
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All the player haters stay, off my nuts
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while I'm/we handlin business
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[Guru]
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Illegal business, I need to invest in somethin legit
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This money's comin too quick, I copped a house and two whips
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Who switched it, not me, I'm keepin it real
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Keepin the steel while the envious watch hungry, I'm eatin my meal
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Late nights, there ain't no time for stage frights
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This ain't fiction, it's my mission to get paid alright?
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No need to speak about greed, long as I'm feedin my seed
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then I'm completin the deed, so I'm keepin this cheese
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High-priced lawyers, I'm too nice for ya
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Never touchin the work no more, too precise for ya
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Controllin the town, holdin it down
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I'm the Master Allah Now, I'm showin you style
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I go in your file, and make you hard to locate
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Delete all your data don't disregard your fate
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I'll off you then I'm off with a honey like suave bola
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Shit I'm livin this life, til my hustlin days are over
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[Chorus]
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[Guru]
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Bouncin in and out of town, hope I don't step out of bounds
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Chicks love to crowd around cause of my rep, how that sound?
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Enemies are growin in numbers, hopin to catch me slumber
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I wonder; how many are hopin to take me under?
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NARC's and Feds, throwin darts at my head
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Some new cats tryin to make me part with my bread
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Now I'm in a zone worse than Nino in Sugar Hill
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Now I'm all alone, the piper wants me to foot the bill
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Now I'm facin the judge, my name on a folder
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In jail for life, my hustlin days are over
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{*"If you ain't real about it, don't talk"* -> Baby Thad}
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[Chorus]
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{*"If you ain't real about it, don't talk"* -> Baby Thad}
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[Donell Jones]
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Oh yeah
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Yeah yeah yeah, uhh
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Uhh.. ooohoooohwooooohhh
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Get the paper, get the dough
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Cause I'm hustlin
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Gotta get the paper, get the dough
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Cause I'm hustlin
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And I'm a hustler
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And I'm a baller, yeah
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I pack plenty of steel
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So all the player haters stay, off my nuts
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while we handlin business
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Oh yeah, ohooooohhhhhohhhhhh
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Mmmmmmm ohhh ohhh, oh yeah
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If you're with me, throw your guns in the air
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Whoahoahaohohhhhohhhhhh, ohhh yeah
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Hustlin' Daze (featuring Donnell Jones)
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| Guru |
