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{*"If you ain`t real about it, don`t talk"* -> Baby Thad}
[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
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[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}
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{*"If you ain`t real about it, don`t talk"* -> Baby Thad}
[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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