50 cent a hustlers ambition Lyrics

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 s___, feel this!

[Verse 1]
America got a thing for this gangsta' s___, they love me
Black Chuckies, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle
I take spit over raymo s___, I'm a vandal
Got the silver duct tape on my 38. eight handle
The women in my life bring confusion and s___
SO like Nino when 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 dun froze
I'll build 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'
n____z be schemin', I fiend to live a good life
The fiends are 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 finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
n____ you get in my way while I'm tryin get mine,
And I'll b__p you (b__p 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 r 50
Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in their weed, s___
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 d___ 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 a___yze 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 spider, 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

[Chorus]
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
n____ you get in my way while I'm tryin get mine
And I'll b__p you (b__p 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 3]
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 curve and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spin
I make plans to make it, a prisoner of the state
Now I can invite yo a__ 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'll tell you he ain't got s___ on me
The feds watch me,I see they can't stop me
Racist,pointin at me look at the n____racci
Hello!