50 Cent - Animal Ambition lyrics
50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]
[50 Cent - Animal Ambition lyrics]
I got that animal, animal ambition
Why give her love and affection
She just want some bread
I ain't talking or texting
I just want some head
She from a Piru set where
All them niggas wear red
I ain't flying no flags, but I'm a gangster
Bitch
I say ''say no to drugs'' then I do that shit
Got a blue fleet of whips
I'm so hood nigga rich
You don't like the way I do it, nigga
Eat a dick i just call 'em when I want 'em
I don't need a bitch
You see me stunting with my diamonds on
Everything proper your shit look chrome and
Your shit look copper it's turning, homie
That's why you're turning on me
Admit it, I made it, I can't be faded
I roll it up in public, I'm a cancer, man
Smoke it out in the open
Like I'm in Amsterdam
I do a hundred miles an hour
Switching lens in my lane
See my name around the globe
Niggas know who I am
You say you hustle like a hustle
I be moving the shit
Had a couch and a U-Haul
Filled up with bricks
Got them straps and long clips
Filled up with led
So when we counting the paper
It better come back correct
Out in New Orleans, baby
Niggas hungry for bread
Come throrugh that 9th ward stuntin' and
Get shot in your head
Every hood I go through they fuck with me
You dig? Got the eye of the tiger
I'm on that animal shit
I got the heart of a lion
And the looks of an elephant
Yeah, I'm scared of rats
But I'm ready for anything
It's the unit, my nigga
Take a look at my face
See if you test me they'll arrest me
I'll be catching a case
New York a concrete jungle where
Niggas got to get paid
Get in the way of that paper
And niggas got to get sprayed
Look at me wrong and you're dead
You'd be very afraid
I don't know how to behave
Untamed fresh out the cage
Why give her love and affection
She just want some bread
I ain't talking or texting
I just want some head
She from a Piru set where
All them niggas wear red
I ain't flying no flags, but I'm a gangster
Bitch
I say ''say no to drugs'' then I do that shit
Got a blue fleet of whips
I'm so hood nigga rich
You don't like the way I do it, nigga
Eat a dick i just call 'em when I want 'em
I don't need a bitch
You see me stunting with my diamonds on
Everything proper your shit look chrome and
Your shit look copper it's turning, homie
That's why you're turning on me
Admit it, I made it, I can't be faded
I roll it up in public, I'm a cancer, man
Smoke it out in the open
Like I'm in Amsterdam
I do a hundred miles an hour
Switching lens in my lane
See my name around the globe
Niggas know who I am
You say you hustle like a hustle
I be moving the shit
Had a couch and a U-Haul
Filled up with bricks
Got them straps and long clips
Filled up with led
So when we counting the paper
It better come back correct
Out in New Orleans, baby
Niggas hungry for bread
Come throrugh that 9th ward stuntin' and
Get shot in your head
Every hood I go through they fuck with me
You dig? Got the eye of the tiger
I'm on that animal shit
I got the heart of a lion
And the looks of an elephant
Yeah, I'm scared of rats
But I'm ready for anything
It's the unit, my nigga
Take a look at my face
See if you test me they'll arrest me
I'll be catching a case
New York a concrete jungle where
Niggas got to get paid
Get in the way of that paper
And niggas got to get sprayed
Look at me wrong and you're dead
You'd be very afraid
I don't know how to behave
Untamed fresh out the cage