50 Cent - A Hustler's Ambition LYRICS

Like the fire that needs the air, I won't burn unless you're there

I need you, I need you to hate, so I can use you for your energy, you know, it's real shit, feal this.

America's got a thing for this gangsta shit, they love me, black chucker's, black skully, leather pelle-pelle, I 'd take spit over raymo's shit, im a phantom, got that silver duct-tape on my tre-eight handle, the woman in my life bring confusion and shit, so like Nino in New Jack, I holla "cancel that bitch" look at me, this is the life I chose, niggaz around me so cold, man my heart done froze, I built an empire on the low, the narcs don't know, Im the weather man, I take that coco leaf and make that snow, sit back, watch ya turn that doe, watch it go, out the door, O after O, ya know, homie Im just tripple beam dreamin', niggaz be scheamin, Im fina' live the good life, the fiends are just fiendin, conceal my weapon nice and neat so you can't see, the penetentary is definatly out of the question for me

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I want the finer things in my life, so I hustle, nigga you get in my way while im tryin to get mine, and I'll buck you
I don't care who you run with or where you're from, nigga fuck you
I want the finer things in my life, so I hustle

I don't know shit about gymnastics, I summer-sault bricks, black tallons start flyin when a nigga flip, I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can't fuck with me, man my kobes call me chef boyar 50, check my logic, smoker's don't like seeds in their weed, shit, send me them seeds, I'll grow em what they need, then make chia pet plants in the crib thats chronic, and I'm sellin em for $500 a pop goddamit, I sell anything, I'm a hustla, I know how to grind, step on grapes, put it in water and tell you it's wine, if you analyze me, what you will find, is the DNA of a crook, and what goes on in my mind, is contagious, hypnotic, it sounds melodic, if rap was on the block or at the spot I'd be that potent product, now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key, and you can locate me, where ever that doe be, gettin money man!

I want the finer things in my life, so I hustle, nigga you get in my way while im tryin to get mine, and I'll buck you
I don't care who you run with or where you're from, nigga fuck you
I want the finer things in my life, so I hustle

It's a hustla's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision, mossberg pumpin, shotgun thumpin, the drama means nothin, it's part of the game, catch me in the coop switchin lanes or in the jewler's switchin chains, I upgraded from 30-Bs to clean Vs, rocks that I copped, with procedes from the spot, I got the energy to win, Im full of adrenelin, play the curb and get nautious, watchin the spinners spin, I made plans to make it, a prisoner of the state, now I can invite your ass out to my estate, them hollow tips bent me up, but I'm back in shape, pour crystal in the blender, make a protien shake, I'm like the east coast's number one playboy B, Hugh Hefner, I'll tell ya, he ain't got shit on me, the feds watch me, icy they can't stop me, racist's pointin' at me "look at Niggarace(Nigga-ratchy)" Hello?

I want the finer things in my life, so I hustle, nigga you get in my way while im tryin to get mine, and I'll buck you
I don't care who you run with or where you're from, nigga fuck you
I want the finer things in my life, so I hustle