Hustlers Ambition - 50 Cent
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 sh_t, feel this!
[Verse 1]
America's got a thing for this gangsta's sh_t, they love me
Black Chucks, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle
I take spills over raymo sh_t, I'ma fan
Got through the silver duck tape on my trait old handle
The women on my life bring confusion sh_t
SO like Nino from New Jack, I'll have to cancel that b_tch
Look at me, this is the life I chose
N_ggaz 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
N_ggaz 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 find the thing in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
N_gga 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_gga f_ck you (f_ck you)
I want to find the thing thats in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
[Verse 2]
Yea, I don't know sh_t about gymnastics I summersault bricks
Black talents start flyin, when a n_gga flip
I cook crack in the microwave, n_ggaz can't f_ck with me
Man my cold days, they called me chef boy are 50
Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in their weed sh_t
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
What goes in my mind, its contagious
Hypnotic, it sounds melodic
If the rap was the block or spider, I'll be poke and b_tter
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 sh_t on me
The feds watch me, icey they can't stop me
Racist, pointin at me look at the n_gga ratchi
Hello!
[Chorus]
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