Текст песни Hustlin' Daze - Guru
If
you
ain't
real
about
it,
don't
talk
If
you
ain't
real
about
it,
don't
talk
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
entrepreneur,
yeah,
I
be
it
Not
as
glamorous,
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
I'm
a
hustler,
a
hustler
Gotta
get
the
dough
to
win
And
I'm
a
baller
yeah,
baller
Shot
caller
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
handlin'
business
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
I'm
a
hustler,
a
hustler
Gotta
get
the
dough
to
win
And
I'm
a
baller
yeah,
baller
Shot
caller
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
handlin'
business
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
I'm
a
hustler,
a
hustler
Gotta
get
the
dough
to
win
And
I'm
a
baller
yeah,
baller
Shot
caller
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
handlin'
business
If
you
ain't
real
about
it,
don't
talk
If
you
ain't
real
about
it,
don't
talk
If
you
ain't
real
about
it
Get
the
paper,
get
the
dough
'Cause
I'm
hustlin'
If
you
ain't
real
about
it,
don't
talk
Gotta
get
the
paper,
get
the
dough
'Cause
I'm
hustlin'
If
you
ain't
real
about
it,
don't
talk
And
I'm
a
hustler
If
you
ain't
real
about
it
And
I'm
a
baller,
yeah
If
you
ain't
real
about
it,
don't
talk
I
pack
plenty
of
steel
If
you
ain't
real
about
it
So
all
the
player
haters
stay
off
my
nuts
While
we
handlin'
business,
oh
yeah
If
you
ain't
real
about
it,
don't
talk
If
you
ain't
real
about
it
If
you're
with
me,
throw
your
guns
in
the
air
If
you
ain't
real
about
it,
don't
talk
1 Intro
2 Keep Your Worries
3 Hustlin' Daze
4 All I Said
5 Certified
6 Plenty
7 Lift Your Fist
8 Guidance
9 Interlude (Brooklyn Skit)
10 Supa Love
11 No More
12 Where's My Ladies?
13 Night Vision
14 Who's There?
15 Mashin' Up Da World
16 Timeless
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