Poetic Hustla'z - Day & Night lyrics

(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 sh** 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 n***a 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 n***a 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 n***as, b**hes, 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 sh**, 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 s**a 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, n***a, I'm lookin' swell Just hope tomorrow, I don't end up in jail You got me... [Chorus]