If you aint real about it, dont talk
If you aint real about it, dont talk
Its ninety degrees on the corner in the summer heat
Dreamin of beach houses, mad ladies and Hummer jeeps
Got another beep now its time to watch a brother creep
And pull another scam, not yet the man but the brothers deep
Aint tryin to stay in this life for too long
You tellin me that Im bound to lose but you wrong
Im too strong, plus me and my teams got a true bond
Ill stay in these streets, you stay in the house where you belong
Yo whos wrong, you never had to live in my shoes
And my views, that every second is vital
The way I see niggas the way I G it
A raw ghetto entrepreneur, yeah, I be it
Not as glamorous, as the gangster flicks
Ill show you some gangster chicks that hold me down we get rich
And get this, bet this, Im after payola
The loot, the paper, till my hustlin days are over
Im a hustler, a hustler
Gotta get the dough to win
And Im 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 Im handlin business
Illegal business, I need to invest in somethin legit
This moneys comin too quick, I copped a house and two whips
Who switched it, not me, Im keepin it real
Keepin the steel while the envious watch hungry, Im eatin my meal
Late nights, there aint no time for stage frights
This aint fiction, its my mission to get paid alright?
No need to speak about greed, long as Im feedin my seed
Then Im completin the deed, so Im keepin this cheese
High-priced lawyers, Im too nice for ya
Never touchin the work no more, too precise for ya
Controllin the town, holdin it down
Im the Master Allah now, Im showin you style
I go in your file, and make you hard to locate
Delete all your data dont disregard your fate
Ill off you then Im off with a honey like suave bola
Shit Im livin this life, till my hustlin days are over
Im a hustler, a hustler
Gotta get the dough to win
And Im 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 Im handlin business
Bouncin in and out of town, hope I dont 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?
NARCs and Feds, throwin darts at my head
Some new cats tryin to make me part with my bread
Now Im in a zone worse than Nino in Sugar Hill
Now Im all alone, the piper wants me to foot the bill
Now Im facin the judge, my name on a folder
In jail for life, my hustlin days are over
If you aint real about it, dont talk
Im a hustler, a hustler
Gotta get the dough to win
And Im 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 Im handlin business
If you aint real about it, dont talk
If you aint real about it, dont talk
If you aint real about it
Get the paper, get the dough
Cause Im hustlin
If you aint real about it, dont talk
Gotta get the paper, get the dough
Cause Im hustlin
If you aint real about it, dont talk
And Im a hustler
If you aint real about it
And Im a baller, yeah
If you aint real about it, dont talk
I pack plenty of steel
If you aint real about it
So all the player haters stay off my nuts
While we handlin business, oh yeah
If you aint real about it, dont talk
If you aint real about it
If youre with me, throw your guns in the air
If you aint real about it, dont talk