Get Rich or Die Tryin' movie - Hustlers Ambition lyrics

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Song by 50 Cent<br /><br>

(Like the fire needs the air)<br>

(I won't burn unless your there)<br>

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Yea, I need you,I need you to hate<br>

So I can use you for your energy<br>

you know, its real shit, feel this!<br>

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[Verse 1]<br>

America's got a thing for this gangsta's shit, they love me<br>

Black Chucks, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle<br>

I take spills over raymo shit, I'ma fan<br>

Got through the silver duck tape on my trait old handle<br>

The women on my life bring confusion shit<br>

SO like Nino from New Jack, I'll have to cancel that bitch<br>

Look at me, this is the life I chose<br>

Niggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze up<br>

Yo the empire on the low the narc's don't know I'm the weatherman<br>

I take that coke leaf and make that snow<br>

Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the door<br>

O after O, you know, homey I'm just triple beam, dreamin<br>

Niggaz be schemin, I'm fiendin to live a good life<br>

The fiends just fiendin<br>

Conceal my weapon nice and easy so you can't see<br>

The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me<br>

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[Chorus]<br>

I want the finer things in my life<br>

So I hustle (hustle)<br>

Nigga you get in my way when while I'm tryin to get mine<br>

And I'll buck you (buck you)<br>

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

Nigga fuck you (fuck you)<br>

I want to find the thing thats in my life<br>

So I hustle (hustle)<br>

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[Verse 2]<br>

Yea, I don't know shit about gymnastics I summersault bricks<br>

Black talents start flyin, when a nigga flip<br>

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

Man my cold days, they called me chef boy are 50<br>

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

Send me them seeds i'll grow 'em what they need<br>

Them ain't chia pet plants in the crib thats chronic<br>

And I'm sellin them 500 a pop god damn it<br>

I sold everythin I'ma hustler, I know how to grind<br>

Step on grapes put in water and tell you its wine<br>

If you analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA recrock<br>

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What goes in my mind, its contagious<br>

Hypnotic, it sounds melodic<br>

If the rap was the block or spider, I'll be poke and butter<br>

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

And you can locate me where ever that dope be, gettin money man<br>

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[Chorus]<br>

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[Verse 3]<br>

Its a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision<br>

Mossberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin and drama means nothin<br>

It's part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin lanes<br>

In the jewels with your chains<br>

I upgrade from 30 BS to clean VS<br>

Rocks that I copped procedes from the spot<br>

I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline<br>

Played it perf and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spin<br>

I make plans to make it, a prisoner of the state<br>

Now I can invite yo ass out to my estate<br>

Them holi tip bent me up, but I'm back in shape<br>

Pour Crystal in the blender and make a protein shake<br>

I'm like the East coast number one playboy B<br>

Hugh Hefner'll tell you he don't got shit on me<br>

The feds watch me, icey they can't stop me<br>

Racist, pointin at me look at the nigga ratchi<br>

Hello!<br>

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[Chorus]<br>

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