50 Cent – Hustlers Ambition

Hustlers Ambition is another melodious and mind blowing hip hop and rap song created by a serial hit-maker called, 50 Cent.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 01 on his top charting album project called “Get Rich or Die Tryin Soundtrack” was officially released on 8 November 2005.

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LYRICS

Like the fire needs the air

I won’t burn unless you’re there, you’re there

Ooh I need you

Like the fire needs the air

I won’t burn unless you’re there, you’re there

Ooh I need you

Yeah, I need you, I need you to hate

So I can use you for your energy

You know, it’s real shit, feel this

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

Black Chukkas, black skully, leather Pelle Pelle

I tag SPIT over Ramo’s shit, I’m a vandal

Got that silver duct tape on my trey-eight handle

The women in my life bring confusion and shit

So like Nino in “New Jack,” I holla “Cancel that bitch!”

Look at me, this is the life I chose

Niggas around me so cold, man my heart done froze

I built an empire on the low, the NARC’s don’t know

I’m the weatherman, I take that cocoa leaf and make that snow

Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the do’

O after O, you know?

Homie, I’m just triple beam, dreaming, niggas be scheming

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

I want the finer things in my life

So I hustle (Hustle)

Nigga, you get in my way while I’m trying 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)

Yeah, I don’t know shit about gymnastics, I somersault bricks

And black talons start flying when a nigga flip

I cook crack in the microwave, niggas can’t fuck with me

Man my co-d’s call me Chef Boyar-50

Check my logic, smokers don’t like seeds in they 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 selling them for 500 a pop, goddamn it

I sell anything I’m a 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 will find

Is the DNA of a crook and what goes on in my mind

Is contagious, hypnotic, it sounds melodic

If 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 wherever that dope be

Getting money man

I want the finer things in my life

So I hustle (Hustle)

Nigga, you get in my way while I’m trying 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)

It’s the Hustler’s Ambition, close your eyes, listen see my vision

Mossberg pumpin’, shotgun dumpin’

The drama means nothing, it’s part of the game

Catch me in the coupé switching lanes or in the jeweler switching chains

I upgrade from dirty “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 curb and get nauseous, watching the spinners spin

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

Now I can invite your 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 Hefner’ll tell you he ain’t got shit on me

The feds watch me, icey, they can’t stop me

Racist, pointing at me, “Look at Niggaraci” – hello

I want the finer things in my life

So I hustle (Hustle)

Nigga, you get in my way while I’m trying 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)