50 Cent - Hustler's Ambition lyrics

Like the fire needs the air
I won't burn unless you're there
You're there oooh I need you
Like the fire needs the air
I won't burn unless you're there
You're there oooh 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)