50 Cent Hustlers Ambition Lyrics

Hustlers Ambition Lyrics

{Light the fire that needs the air}

Yeah

{I won't burn unless you're there, you're there}

I need you

{Ooh, I need you}

I need you to hate



So I can use it for your anger

{Light the fire that needs the air}

{I won't burn unless you're there, you're there}

You know, it's real shit, feel this!



America got a thing for this gangsta shit, they love me

Black Chucks, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle

I take Spit over Raymo, shit, I'ma fan

Got the silver duck tape on my tray eight handle



The women in my life bring confusion to shit

So like Nino in New Jack, I'll holla

"Cancel that bitch!"

Look at me, this is the life I chose

Niggaz 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 do'

O after O, you know



Homey I'm just triple beam, dreamin' niggaz 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



I want to find the things in my life

So I hustle

Nigga you get in my way while I'm tryin' to get mine

And I'll buck you

I don't care who you run with, or where you from

Nigga fuck you

I want to find the things in my life

So I hustle



Yea, I don't know shit about gymnastics I somersault bricks

Black talons start flyin', when a nigga flip

I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can't fuck with me

Me and my cool G's, call me Chef-boy-are-50



Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in their weed shit

Send me them seeds, I'll grow them 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 damn it



I sell anythin' I'ma hustler, I know how to grind

Step on grapes put it in water and tell you it's wine

If you analyze me, what you'll 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 spider, I'll be poke and product

Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key

And you can locate me wherever that dope be

Be gettin' money man



I want to find the things in my life

So I hustle

Nigga you get in my way while I'm tryin' to get mine

And I'll buck you

I don't care who you run with, or where you from

Nigga fuck you

I want to find the things in my life

So I hustle



It's 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

Or in the jeweler's 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 spinner spin



I make plans to make it, a prisoner of the state

Now I can invite yo' ass out to my estate

Them hollow tips bent me up, but I'm back in shape

Pour Cristal 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 shit on me

The Feds watch me, Icey they can't stop me

Racist, pointin' at me, "Look at Niggerace"

Hello!



I want to find the things in my life

So I hustle

Nigga you get in my way while I'm tryin' to get mine

And I'll buck you

I don't care who you run with, or where you from

Nigga fuck you

I want to find the things in my life

So I hustle