Hustlers Ambition Lyrics - 50 Cent

(Girl singing: 

Like the fire needs the air 

I won't burn unless you're there) 

Yea, I need you, I need you to hate 

So I can use you for your energy 

you know, this real shit, feel this! 

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

Black Chuckas, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle 

I take Spit over Raymo shit, I'm a vandal 

Got the silver duct tape on my tray eight handle 

The women in my life be confusion and shit 

SO like Nino when New Jack, I holla "cancel that bitch" 

Look at me, this is the life I chose 

Niggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze 

I built 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 dough, watch it go out the door 

O after O, you know, homie I'm just triple beam, dreamin' 

Niggaz be schemin', I fiend to live a good life 

The fiends are just fiendin 

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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 while I'm tryin get mine 

And I'll buck you (buck you) 

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

Nigga f**k you (f**k you) 

I want the finer things in my life 

So I hustle (hustle) 

Yea, 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 f**k with me 

Man my code name, they called me chef boy r 50 

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

Photos 

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 'em for 500 a pop god damn it 

I sell anything I'ma hustler, I know how to grind 

Step on grapes put in water and tell you it's wine 

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

What goes in my mind, its contagious 

Hypnotic, it sounds melodic 

If rap was the block or spot, I'll be 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 while I'm tryin get mine 

And I'll buck you (buck you) 

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

Nigga f**k you (f**k you) 

I want the finer things in my life 

So I hustle (hustle) 

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

Moussberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin' the drama means nothin 

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

Or in the jewler switchin chains 

I upgrade from 30 Bs to clean Vs 

Rocks that I copped proceeds from the spot 

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

Play the curv and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spin 

I'ma plan 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 ain't got shit on me 

The feds watch me, Icey, they can't stop me 

Racist, pointin at me look at the niggaracci 

Hello! 

I want the finer things in my life 

So I hustle (hustle) 

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

And I'll buck you (buck you) 

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

Nigga f**k you (f**k you) 

I want the finer things in my life 

So I hustle (hustle)