Hustlers Ambition Lyrics - Get Rich Or Die Tryin' - Soundtrack

(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 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 spills over raymo shit, I'ma fan 

Got through the silver duck tape on my trait old 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 

Niggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze up 

Yo the empire on the low the narc's don't know I'm the weatherman 

I take that coke 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 

Niggaz 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 

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[Chorus] 

I want the finer things in my life 

So I hustle (hustle) 

Nigga 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 

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 flyin, when a nigga flip 

I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz 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 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 analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA recrock 

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What goes in my mind, its contagious 

Hypnotic, it sounds melodic 

If the rap was the block or spider, I'll be poke and butter 

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 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, watchin 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 holi tip 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, pointin at me look at the nigga ratchi 

Hello! 

[Chorus]