50 Cent, DJ Whookid - Hustler's Ambition

(Like the fire needs the air) Yeah (I won't burn unless you're there, you're there) I need you (Ooh, I need you) I need you to hate so I can use for your energy (Like the fire needs the air) You know (I won't burn unless you're there, you're there) It's real shit (Ooh-) Feel this America got a thing for this gangsta shit, they love me Black Chukkas, black skullies, leather Pelle Pelle I tag SPIT over Ramo's shit, I'm a vandal Got that silver duck tape on my trey-eight handle The women on 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 up I build a 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 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 (yeah) 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) Yeah I don't know shit about gymnastics, I summersault bricks And black talons start flyin', when a nigga flip I cook crack in the microwave, niggas can't fuck with me Man my co-Ds', they call me Chef Boyar-50 Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in their weed Shit, send me them seeds, I'll grow 'em what they need Them ain't chia pet plants in the crib, that's chronic And I'm sellin' them for five-hundred a pop, goddamn it I 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 rap was the block or a spot, I'll be that potent product Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key (uh-huh) And you can locate me where ever 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 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) It's a Hustler's Ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision Mossberg pumpin', shotgun dumpin' That 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 dirty BS to clean VS Rocks that I copped proceeds from the spot I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline Play the curb and get nauseous, watchin' the spinners 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'll tell you he don't got shit on me The feds watch me, icy, they can't stop me Racist, pointin' at me, "Look at Niggaracci" Hello 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)