Hustlin’ Daze Guru (Ft. Donell Jones)

{[*"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, nigga, 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 niggas that wanna be actin ill)
All the player haters stay, off my nuts
While I'm handlin' business