((Ghetto-Music.Tk)) 50 Cent Hustler's Ambition Lyrics

by Erap 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 s___, feel this!

[Verse 1]
America got a thing for this gangsta s___, they love me
Black chuckers, black skully, leather Pelle Pelle
I take spin over Raymo s___, I'm a vandal
Got the siver duct tape, on my tre 8 handle
The women in my life, bring confusion and s___
So like Nino in New Jack, I holla "cancel that b____
"
Look at me, this is the life I chose
n____z 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
n____z 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 the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
n____ 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
n____ f___ you (f___ you)
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)

[Verse 2]
Yea, I don't know s___ about gymnastics, I summersault bricks
Black talons start flyin', when a n____ flip
I cook crack in the microwave, n____z can't f___ with me
Man my cold days, they called me chef boy are 50
Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in they weed
s___, 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 pop 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 a___yze 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
And you can locate me, wherever that doe be
Gettin' money man

[Verse 3]
It's a hustler's ambition, close you eyes listen, see my vision
Mossberg pumpin', shotgun dumpin', the drama mean 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 a__ 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 s___ on me
The fed's watch me, icey,they can't stop me
Racist, pointin' at me, look at n_____ochi
Hello!