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Published : April 03, 2008 |
Author : 50_Cents
Song Lyrics By : 50 Cents Lyrics | Total Views
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50 CENT LYRICS
"Hustlers
Ambition"
(Like the fire needs the air)
(I won't burn unless your
there)
Yea, I need you, I need you to hate
So I can use you for your
energy
You know, it's real shit, feel this!
[Verse
1]
America's got a thing for this gangsta's shit, they love me
Black
Chucks, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle
I take spit over raymo shit, I'm
a vandal
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
Niggas around me so cold,
man my heart dun froze up
I build an empire on the low the narc's 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, dreaming
Niggas be scheming, 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
[Chorus]
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle
(hustle)
Nigga you get in my way when while I'm trying 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 thats in my
life
So I hustle (hustle)
[Verse 2]
Yea, I don't know shit
about gymnastics I summersault bricks
Black talents start flying, when a
nigga flip
I cook crack in the microwave, niggas can't fuck with me
Man my
cold days, they called me chef boy are 50
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 selling
them 500 a pop god damn it
I sold everything 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, getting money
man
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Its a hustler's ambition,
close your eyes listen, see my vision
Mossberg pumping, shotgun dumping and
drama means nothing
It's part of the game, catch me in the coupe switching
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, watching 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'll tell you he don't got shit on
me
The feds watch me, icey they can't stop me
Racist, pointing at me look
at the nigga ratchi
Hello!
[Chorus]
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