50 Cent Lyrics - Hustler's Ambition




            

            



50 Cent Lyrics

Hustler's Ambition

[Intro]
Yeah
I need you..
I need you hate hate, so I can use you for your energy, ya know?
Real sh**, feel this

[Verse 1]
America got a thing for this Gangsta sh**, they love me
Black tuckers, black scully, leather pelle pelle
I take spit over Ramous sh**, Im'a vandal
Got that silver duct tape on my Tre-8 handle
The women in my life, bring confusion n sh**
So like Nino with New Jack, I holla cancel that bi***
Look at me, this is the life I chose
Niggas around me so cold, man my heart done froze
I build an empire on the low the Narks dont know
Im the weather man, I take that Coco leaf and make that snow
Sit back, watch me turn that dough
Watch it go, out the do'
O after O, ya know?
Homie, Im just triple beam, dreamin
Niggas be schemin'
I finna live that good life, the fiends are just fiendin'
Conceal my weapon nice n neat, ya just cant see
The Penintentary is definatly out the question for me

[Chorus x 1]
I want the finer things in my life, so I hustle
Nigga you get in my way while Im tryna get mine, and Ill bump you
I dont care who you run with or where you from, Nigga f*** you
I want the finer things in my life, so I hustle

[Verse 2]
Yeah
I dont know sh** about Gymnastics I somersault bricks
Black talons start flyin', when a nigga flip
I cook crack in the Microwave, niggas cant f*** with me man
My Co-dees call me 'Chef Boy R 50'
Check my logic, smokers dont like seeds in their weed, sh**
Send me them seeds, I grow em what they need
They aint Chia-pet plants in a crib thats chronic
And Im sellin them for 500 a pop, godamnit
I sell anything, Im'a hustler I know how to grind
Step on grapes, put it in water and tell ya its wine
If you analyze me, what you will find
Is the DNA of a crook and what goes on in my mind
Its contageous, hypnotic, it sounds melodic
If rap was the block or a spot I'd be that Pope and Prada
Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key
And you can locate me wherever that dough be
Gettin money man..

[Chorus x 1]
I want the finer things in my life, so I hustle
Nigga you get in my way while Im tryna get mine, and Ill bump you
I dont care who you run with or where you from, Nigga f*** you
I want the finer things in my life, so I hustle

[Verse 3]
Its a Hustlers Ambition, close ya eyes listen, see my vision
Mossberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin
The drama means nuttin, its part of the game
Catch me in the Coupe switchin lanes, or in the Jeweler switchin
chains
I upgrade from 30BS, to clean VS, rocks that I cop from proceeds from
the spot
I got the energy to win, Im full of adrenaline
Play the curve n get nautios, watch when the spinners spin
I made plans to make it, a prisoner of the state
Now I can invite yo ass down to my estate
Them hollow tips bent me up, but Im back n sh**
Pour Crystal in the blender, make a protein shake
Im like the East Coast number one playboy B
Huge Heff will tell ya he aint got sh** on me
The FEDS watch me, icey they cant stop me
Racist, pointin at me look a nigga racchi
Hello!

[Chorus x 1]
I want the finer things in my life, so I hustle
Nigga you get in my way while Im tryna get mine, and Ill bump you
I dont care who you run with or where you from, Nigga f*** you
I want the finer things in my life, so I hustle


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