| It’s ninety degrees on the corner, in the summer heat
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| Dreamin of beach houses, mad ladies and Hummer jeeps
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| Got another beep now it’s time to watch a brother creep
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| And pull another scam, not yet the man but the brother’s deep
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| Ain’t tryin to stay in this life for too long
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| You tellin me that I’m bound to lose, but you wrong
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| I’m too strong, plus me and my team’s got a true bond
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| I’ll stay in these streets, you stay in the house where you belong
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| Yo who’s wrong, you never had to live in my shoes
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| And my view’s, that every second is vital
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| The way I see nigga’s the way I G it
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| A raw ghetto entrepeneur, yeah I be it
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| Not as glamourous, as the gangster flicks
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| I’ll show you some gangster chicks that hold me down we get rich
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| And get this, bet this, I’m after payola
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| The loot, the paper, til my hustlin days are over
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| I’m a hustler, a hustler hmm
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| Gotta get the dough to win
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| And I’m a baller yeah, baller
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| Shot call-errr
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| I pack plenty of steel, plenty of steel
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| For niggas that wanna be actin ill
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| All the player haters stay, off my nuts
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| While I’m/we handlin business
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| Illegal business, I need to invest in somethin legit
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| This money’s comin too quick, I copped a house and two whips
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| Who switched it, not me, I’m keepin it real
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| Keepin the steel while the envious watch hungry, I’m eatin my meal
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| Late nights, there ain’t no time for stage frights
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| This ain’t fiction, it’s my mission to get paid alright?
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| No need to speak about greed, long as I’m feedin my seed
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| Then I’m completin the deed, so I’m keepin this cheese
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| High-priced lawyers, I’m too nice for ya
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| Never touchin the work no more, too precise for ya
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| Controllin the town, holdin it down
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| I’m the Master Allah Now, I’m showin you style
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| I go in your file, and make you hard to locate
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| Delete all your data don’t disregard your fate
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| I’ll off you then I’m off with a honey like suave bola
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| Shit I’m livin this life, til my hustlin days are over
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| Bouncin in and out of town, hope I don’t step out of bounds
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| Chicks love to crowd around cause of my rep, how that sound?
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| Enemies are growin in numbers, hopin to catch me slumber
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| I wonder; |
| how many are hopin to take me under?
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| NARC’s and Feds, throwin darts at my head
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| Some new cats tryin to make me part with my bread
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| Now I’m in a zone worse than Nino in Sugar Hill
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| Now I’m all alone, the piper wants me to foot the bill
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| Now I’m facin the judge, my name on a folder
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| In jail for life, my hustlin days are over
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| Oh yeah
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| Yeah yeah yeah, uhh
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| Uhh. |
| ooohoooohwooooohhh
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| Get the paper, get the dough
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| Cause I’m hustlin
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| Gotta get the paper, get the dough
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| Cause I’m hustlin
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| And I’m a hustler
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| And I’m a baller, yeah
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| I pack plenty of steel
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| So all the player haters stay, off my nuts
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| While we handlin business
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| Oh yeah, ohooooohhhhhohhhhhh
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| Mmmmmmm ohhh ohhh, oh yeah
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| If you’re with me, throw your guns in the air
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| Whoahoahaohohhhhohhhhhh, ohhh yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hustlin' Daze , by - Donell Jones. Song from the album Streetsoul, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп