50 Cent - Hustla's Ambition Lyrics

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Like the fire needs the air

I won't burn unless you're there

Yeah I need you I need you to hate

So I can use you for your energy

You know it's real shit feel this

America's got a thing for this gangsta's shit they love me

Black chucks black skullies leather pelle-pelle

I take spills over raymo shit I'ma fan

Got that silver duck tape on my Trey Eight handle

The women on my life bring confusion shit

So like Nino from New Jack I'll have to cancel that

Bitch look at me this is the life I chose

Niggaz around me so cold man my heart dun froze up

I build an empire on the low the narcs don't know

I'm the weatherman I take that coco leaf and make that snow

Sit back watch it turn to dope watch it go out the door

O after O you know homey I'm just triple beam dreamin'

Niggaz be schemin' I'm fiendin' to live a good life

The fiends just fiendin'

Conceal my weapon nice and easy so you can't see

The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me

I want the finer things in my life

So I hustle

(Hustle)

Nigga you get in my way when while I'm tryin' to get mine

And I'll buck you

(Buck you)

I don't care who you run with or where you from

Nigga fuck you

(Fuck you)

I want to find the thing that's in my life

So I hustle

(Hustle)

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Yeah I don't know shit about gymnastics I summersault bricks

Black talents start flyin' when a nigga flip

I cook crack in the microwave niggaz can't fuck with me

Man my cold days they called me chef boy are fifty

Check my logic smokers don't like seeds in their weed shit

Send me them seeds I'll grow 'em what they need

Them ain't chia pet plants in the crib thats chronic

And I'm sellin' them five hundred a pop God damn it

I sold everythin' I'ma hustler I know how to grind

Step on grapes put in water and tell you its wine

If you analyze me what you'll find is the DNA of a crook

What goes in my mind it's contagious

Hypnotic it sounds melodic

If the rap was the block or spider I'll be that potent product

Now get a load of me flashy far from low key

And you can locate me where ever that dope be gettin' money man

I want the finer things in my life

So I hustle

(Hustle)

Nigga you get in my way when while I'm tryin' to get mine

And I'll buck you

(Buck you)

I don't care who you run with or where you from

Nigga fuck you

(Fuck you)

I want to find the thing that's in my life

So I hustle

(Hustle)

Its a hustler's ambition close your eyes listen see my vision

Mossberg pumpin' shotgun dumpin' and drama means nothin'

It's part of the game catch me in the coupe switchin lanes

In the jewels with your chains

I upgrade from 30 BS to clean VS

Rocks that I copped procedes from the spot

I got the energy to win I'm full of adrenaline

Played it perf and get nauseous watchin' the spinner spin

I make plans to make it a prisoner of the state

Now I can invite yo ass out to my estate

Them hollow tips bent me up but I'm back in shape

Pour crystal in the blender and make a protein shake

I'm like the East coast number one playboy B

Hugh Hefner will tell you he don't got shit on me

The feds watch me icey they can't stop me

Racist pointin' at me look at the nigga ratchi hello

I want the finer things in my life

So I hustle

(Hustle)

Nigga you get in my way when while I'm tryin' to get mine

And I'll buck you

(Buck you)

I don't care who you run with or where you from

Nigga fuck you

(Fuck you)

I want to find the thing that's in my life

So I hustle

(Hustle)

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