Lyrics of 'Day & Night' by Poetic Hustlaz

-Intro-Layzie (Hustla'z)-
You don't know what it is, this shit don't stop (Yeah, we don't stop) We hustlin' grindin' all the time. Yeah, this shit don't stop (Mo! Thug put it down.) Welcome to the game. We real. (One love.) Thug on them thangs. (Yeah.)

-Chorus-Dominque-
You got me hustlin' day and night, oh baby

-Boogy Nikke-
You got me hustlin' day and night for your attention, can ya feel it baby? Reefa got me gone 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 it's plenty/ Hit me up on my hitter because there's plenty baby, plenty baby

-Chorus-Dominque-

-Tony Tone-
The way this 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 in every way to survive, I gotta stay high to keep my mind clear from all this madness in this portrait of 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' thangs for Mo' Mo' and that's day and night

-Chorus-Dominque-

-Layzie Bone-
It's all about your hustle from your birth, gotta put in your work as you run this Earth/ Put your hand to the sky, even though it hurts/ Whatever it's worth gotta do your dirt then some (Mo! Mo!) I run with the Dummy Man with a ounce of rocks in my hand I am what I am with a masterplan/ Till I got knocked on the block, pop pop to the Glock, while they had me on lock had me schemin' on 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 Number One in this race, first place

-Chorus-Dominque-

-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 sucker born in this world every minute, as long as they let me, I'm damn sure runnin' up in him/ They work hard all day and I'm up all night/ My bills is half way paid and my cutting needs to be tight/ Never have to worry about where to lay my head from all them ho's/ Ghetto love, show big playas always make sure my rap is legitmate/ Never do I worry about my pockets bein' unfit 'cause when I'm through with my thangs, nigga, I'm lookin' swell/ Just hope tomorrow I don't end up in jail, you got me

-Chorus-Dominque-