Hustler's Ambition

Текст песни 50 Cent - Hustler&#039;s Ambition <br/> (Light the fire that needs the air) (I won&#039;t burn unless your there) Yea, I need you,I need you to hate So I can use it for your anger you know, its very shit, feel this! [Verse 1] ( )<br />America&#039;s got a thing for this gangsta&#039;s shit, they love me Black Chucks, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle I take spills over raymo shit, I&#039;ma fan Got through the silver duck tape on my trait old handle The women on my life bring confusion shit SO like Nino when we new jack, I&#039;ll have to cancel that bitch Look at me, this is the life I chose Niggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze up Yo the empire on the low the narc&#039;s don&#039;t know I&#039;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&#039;m just triple beam, dreamin Niggaz be schemin, I&#039;m fiendin to live a good life The fiends just fiendin Conceal my weapon nice and easy so you can&#039;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) Nigga you get in my way when while I&#039;m tryin to gett mine And I&#039;ll buck you (buck you) I don&#039;t care who you run with, or where you from Nigga fuck you (fuck you) I want to find the thing thats in my life So I hustle (hustle) [Verse 2] Yea, I don&#039;t know shit about gymnastics I summersault bricks Black thoughts start flyin, when a nigga flip I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can&#039;t fuck with me Man my cold days, they called me chef boy are 50 Check my logic, smokers don&#039;t like C&#039;s in their weed shit Send me to C&#039;s hot grown with they need Them ain&#039;t cheap pet plants in the crib thats chronic And I&#039;m sellin them 500 a pop god damn it I sold everythin I&#039;ma hustler, I know how to grind Step on grapes put in water and tell you its wine If you analyze me, what you&#039;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&#039;ll be poke and butter 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&#039;s ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision Mossberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin and drama means nothin It&#039;s part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin lanes In the jewels with your chains I upgrade from 30 B&#039;s to clean V&#039;s Rocks that I copped procedes from the spot I got the energy to win, I&#039;m full of adrenaline Played it perf and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spin I&#039;ma plan 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&#039;m back in shape Pour Crystal in the blender and make a protein shake I&#039;m like the East coast number one playboy B Hugh Hefner&#039;ll tell you he don&#039;t got shit on me The feds watch me, icey they can&#039;t stop me Racist, pointin at me look at the nigga ratchi Hello! [Chorus]