{[*"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, n***a, 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 n***as that wanna be actin ill)
All the player haters stay, off my nuts
While I'm handlin' business
[Verse 2: 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, 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 n***as that wanna be actin ill)
All the player haters stay, off my nuts
While I'm handlin' business

[Verse 3: 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}

[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 n***as that wanna be actin ill)
All the player haters stay, off my nuts
While I'm handlin' business

{[*"If you ain't real about it, don't talk"* -] Baby Thad}

[Outro: 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