feat. Donell Jones
  
  [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