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  • Artist: 50 Cent
  • Song Title: Hustler's Ambition
  • Album: Get Rich Or Die Tryin' Soundtrack

Light the fire that needs the air)
(I won't burn unless you're there)

Yea, I need you,I need you to hate
So I can use it for your anger
you know, its real s***, feel this!

[Verse 1]
America got a thing for this gangsta's s***, they love me
Black Chucks, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle
I take spit over raymo s***, I'ma fan
Got through the silver duck tape on my tray eight handle
The women in my life bring confusion s***
SO like Nino when we new jack, I'll holla cancel that b****
Look at me, this is the life I chose
N****z around me so cold, man my heart dun froze up
I build the empire on the low the narc's don't know I'm the weatherman
I take that coca 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****z be schemin, I fiend to live the 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 to gett 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 their weed s***
Send me them seeds, i'll grow them 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 of a crook

What goes in my mind, its contagious
Hypnotic, it sounds melodic
If the rap was the block or a spot, I'd be potent product
Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key
And you can locate me where ever that dope be, 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 jeweler's with your chains
I upgrade from 30 B S to clean V S
Rocks that I copped procedes from the spot
I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline
Played the curve and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spin
I'ma plan to make it, a prisoner of the state
Now I can invite yo a** out to my estate
Them hollow 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 s*** on me
The feds watch me, icey they can't stop me
Racist, pointin at me look at the n****raci
Hello!

[Chorus]

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