POETIC HUSTLA'Z - Day & Night lyrics

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(feat. Layzie Bone)

[Chorus: Dominique]

You got me hustlin' day and night, oh baby

[Boogy Nikke]

You got me hustlin' day and night for your attention

Can you feel it, baby?

Reefer got me goin' in a zone

I need this shit like a clock need hands

Don't understand how the potency can have control of me

I gotta let loose soon, or I'm doomed because the hood is so good

When it come to a hustlin' a nigga stay on touch with this

I'm stalkin' while I'm walkin' countin' loot from the blazin'

'Cause there's plenty hit me up on my hitter

Because there's plenty baby (plenty baby)

[Chorus]

[Tony Tone]

The way the system's set up you got to have your game tight

And that's the reason why a nigga like me stay on the low every night

'Cause everyday I gotta make my pay and every way to survive

I gotta stay high to keep my mind clear

From all this madness in this world, see this sadness

These Cleveland streets ain't nothin' nice

You gotta watch your back for niggas, bitches, po-po

And fights, but that's the life that I chose, and that's the way roll

I'm incognito, flippin' ends for Mo Mo, and that's day and night

[Chorus]

[Layzie]

It's all about the hustle from your birth

Gotta put in your work as you run this earth

Put your head to the sky even though it hurts

Whatever it's worth, gotta do your dirt then some (Mo, Mo, Mo)

And I run with dummy, man

With a ounce of rocks in my hand

I am what I am with a masterplan

'Til I got knocked on the block, pop pop to the Glock

While they had me on lock, had me schemin' of a plot

And I know they watchin' me, tryin' to get what I got

And I ain't got shit, but I went from movin' that yey to these tapes

And I'm gon' hustle and never break, #1 in this race, first place

[Chorus]

[Mo! Hart]

I gotsta keep the food on my plate and clothes on my back

I ain't got nobody for the things that I lack

It's a sucka born in this world every minute

As long as they let me, I'm damn sure runnin' up in 'em

They work hard all day, and I'm up all night

My bills is half-way paid, and my ? needs to be tight

Never have to worry about where to lay my head from all them hoes

Ghetto love show big playas, always make sure my ride was legitmate

Never do I worry about my pockets being unfit

'Cause when I'm doin' my thangs, nigga, I'm lookin' swell

Just hope tomorrow, I don't end up in jail

You got me...

[Chorus]