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Hustlers Ambition Lyrics Artist(Band):50 Cent
Hustlers Ambition Lyrics like the fire needs the air I won't burn unless you are there (Talking) Yeah, I need you, I need you to hate So I can use you for your energy You know, it's really shit, feel this! [Verse 1] America got a thing for this gangsta shit, they love me Black CHUCKS, black skully, LOVE THE Pelle Pelle I tag spit over Ramo's shit, I'm a VANDLE Got the silver duct tape, on my tre 8 handle The women in my life, bring confusion and shit So like Nino an 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 build an empire on the low, the narc's don't know I'm the weatherman, i'll take that cocoa leaf, and make that snow Sit back, watch it turn to doe, watch it go out the door O after O, you know Homie i'm just triple beam, dreamin Niggaz be scheming, I feind to live the good life The feinds are just fiendin'Conceal my weapon nice and neat, so you can't see The penitentiary is definitly out the question for me [Chorus] I want to find the thing it`s in my life So I hustle (hustle) Nigga you get in my way 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 the finer things in my life So I hustle (hustle) [Verse 2] I don't know shit about gymnastics, I summersault bricks Black talons start flyin', when a nigga flip I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can't fuck with me Man my COKE days, USED TA CALL me chef boy are 50 Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in they weed Shit, send me them seeds, i'll grow 'em what they need Them ain't chia pet plants in the crib, that's chronic And i'm sellin' them for 500 a pot god damit I sell anything, I'm a hustler, I know how to grind Step on grapes, put it in water, and tell you it's wine If you analyze me, what you find Is the DNA of a crook, and what goes on in my mind It's contagious, hypnotic, it sounds melodic If rap was the block or a spider, i'd be that potent product Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key man you can locate me, wherever that doe be Gettin' money man [Chorus] I want to find the thing it`s in my life So I hustle (hustle) Nigga you get in my way 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 the finer things in my life So I hustle (hustle) [Verse 3] It's a hustler's ambition, close you eyes listen, see my vision Mossberg pumpin', shotgun dumpin', the drama means nothin' It's part of the game, catch me in the coupe, switchin' lanes Or in the jeweler switchin' chains I upgrade from 30 BS, to clean VS Rocks that I copped, from proceeds from the spot I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline Play the curve and get nauseous, watchin' the spinners spin I make 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 crystile in a blender, make a protein shake I'm like the east coast number 1 playboy B Hugh Hef'll tell you he ain't got shit on me The fed's watch me, icey, they can't stop me Racist, pointin' at me, look at niggerochi Hello! [Chorus] I want to find the thing it`s in my life So I hustle (hustle) Nigga you get in my way 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 the finer things in my life So I hustle (hustle) If you find some error in 2nd Self Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Visitors interested in 50 Cent Lyrics may also interested in: |
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