50 Cent - Hustlers Ambition Lyrics 

(Like the fire needs the air) (I won't burn unless your there)

Yea, I need you, I need you to hate So I can use you for your energy, you know its real shit, feel this!

[Verse 1]

America gotta a thing for this gangsta shit, they love me Black Chuckas, black skully, leather Pelle-Pelle I take spit over raymo shit, I'ma vandal Got the silver duck tape on my trey 8 handle The women in my life, bring confusion and 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 done froze up Build an empire on the low, the narc's don't know I'm the weatherman I take that coco leaf and make that snow Sit back, watch it turn to dough, watch it go, out the door, 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 neat, 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) Nigga you get in my way while I'm tryin to get mine And I'll buck you (buck you) I don't care who you run with, or where you from Nigga fuck you (fuck you) I want the finer things in my life So I hustle (hustle)

[Verse 2]

Yea, I don't know shit about gymnastics I summersault bricks Them black talen start flyin, when a nigga flip I cook crack in a microwave, niggaz can't fuck with me Man my cold D's, call me chef-boy-ah-50 Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in they weed Shit 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 them for 500 a pop, god damn it I'll sell anything, I'ma hustler, I know how to grind Step on grapes, put it in water and tell you its wine If you analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA of a crook And what goes on in my mind, is contagious, Hypnotic, it sounds melodic If the rap was the block or a spot, I'd be that 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) Nigga you get in my way while I'm tryin to get mine And I'll buck you (buck you) I don't care who you run with, or where you from Nigga fuck you (fuck you) I want the finer things in my life So I hustle (hustle)

[Verse 3]

Its a hustler's ambition, close your eyes, listen, see my vision Mossberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin The drama means nothin, It's part of the game Catch me in the coupe switchin lanes Or in the jeweler, switchin chains I upgrade from 30 B S to clean V S Rocks that I copped from procedes from the spot I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline Play the curb and get nauseous, watchin the spinner's 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, make a protein shake I'm like the East coast number one playboy B Hugh Hef will 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 nigga ratchi Hello!

[Chorus]

I want the finer things in my life So I hustle (hustle) Nigga you get in my way while I'm tryin to get mine And I'll buck you (buck you) I don't care who you run with, or where you from Nigga fuck you (fuck you) I want the finer things in my life So I hustle (hustle)