Hustlin` Daze lyrics

Artist  : Guru Featuring Donell Jones 
Song : Hustlin` Daze
 


{*Premier scratching: "If you ain't real about
it, don't talk"*}

[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