Soundtracks - Hustlers Ambition - 50 Cent lyrics

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, its real sh**, feel this! [Verse 1] America got a thing for this gangsta sh**, they love me Black Chucks, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle I take spills over raymo sh**, I'ma vandal Got through the silver duck tape on my tre-eight handle The women on my life bring confusion sh** So like Nino from New Jack, I'll holla 'cancel that b**h' Look at me, this is the life I chose n***az around me so cold, man my heart dun froze up Build an empire on the low the narc's don't know I'm the weatherman I take that cocoa 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 n***az 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 [Chorus] I want the finer things in my life So I hustle (hustle) n***a 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 n***a f** you (f** you) I want to finer things thats in my life So I hustle (hustle) [Verse 2] Yea, I don't know sh** about gymnastics I summersault bricks Black talents start flyin, when a n***a flip I cook crack in the microwave, n***az can't f** with me Man my cold days, they called me chef boy-ar-50 Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in their weed sh** 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 500 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 an*lyze me, what you'll find is the DNA of a crook What goes in my mind, its contagious Hypnotic, it sounds melodic If the rap was the block or spider, I'll be ontent 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 [Chorus] [Verse 3] 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 j**els 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 a** out to my estate Them hollow tips bent me up, but I'm back in shape Pour Cristal 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 sh** on me The feds watch me, icey they can't stop me Racist, pointin at me look at the n***a-racci Hello! [Chorus]