Artist: 50 Cent Album: Get Rich or Die Tryin' Soundtrack Song: Hustler's Ambition Typed by: Lcstyle@hotmail.com, OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro: vocal samples - repeat 2X] Like the fire that needs the air I won't burn unless your there [50 Cent - over samples] Yea, I need you, I need you to hate So I can use you for your energy You know, its real shit, feel this [Verse 1] America got a thing for this gangster shit, they love me Black Chuckas, black skully, leather Pelle Pelle I take 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 Niggaz 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? Homey I'm just triple beam, dreamin, niggaz be, schemin 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 [Chorus] 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) [Verse 2] Yeah, I don't know shit about gymnastics I somersault bricks And black talons start flyin, when a nigga flip I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can't fuck with me Man my co-D's, call me Chef Boy-R-50 Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in they 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 'em for 500 a pop god damn it I sell anything I'm a hustler, I know how to grind Step on grapes put it in water and tell you it' 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 where ever that dope be Gettin money man [Chorus] [Verse 3] It's the Hustler's Ambition, close your eyes listen see my vision Mossberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin The 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 from proceeds from the spot I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline Play the curb and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spin I made 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 Hefner'll tell you he ain[t got shit on me The feds watch me, icey they can't stop me Racist, pointin at me, "Look at Niggaraci" - hello! [Chorus]