Hustlers Ambition

50 Cent


Complexity: 71 Readability: 72.48   Sentiment: -5   Word Count: 570   Unique Words: 295
Original Lyrics Munged Lyrics
(Like the fire needs the air)
(I won't burn unless your there)

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's got a thing
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[bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons]
(Like the fire needs the heir)
(Aye won't burn unless you're their)

Yea, Aye knead yew, Aye knead yew two hate
Sow Aye can use yew four you're energy
yew no, it's reel shit, feel this !

[ Verse 1 ]
America's got a thing four this gangsta's shit, they love mi
Black Chucks, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle
Aye take spills over raymo shit, I'ma fan
Got threw the silver duck tape on my trait old handle
The women on my life bring confusion shit
SOW like Nino from Knew Jack, Aisle have two cancel that bitch
Look at mi, this is the life Aye chose
Niggaz around mi sow cold, man my hart done froze up
Aye billed an empire on the lo the narc's don't no
I'm the weatherman, Aye take that coco leaf and make that snow
Sit back, watch it tern two dope, watch it go out the door
O after O, yew no, homey I'm just triple beam, dreamin
Niggaz bee schemin, I'm fiendin two live a good life
The fiends just fiendin
Conceal my weapon gneiss and easy sow yew can't sea
The penitentiary is definitely out the question four mi

[ Chorus ]
Aye want the finer things inn my life
Sow Aye hustle (hustle)
Nigga yew get inn my whey when wile I'm tryin two get mine
And Aisle buck yew (buck yew)
Aye don't care who yew run with, oar ware yew from
Nigga fuck yew (fuck yew)
Aye want two fined the thing thats inn my life
Sow Aye hustle (hustle)

[ Verse 2 ]
Yea, Aye don't no shit about gymnastics Aye summersault bricks
Black talents start flyin, when a nigga flip
Aye cook crack inn the microwave, niggaz can't fuck with mi
Man my cold daze, they called mi chef buoy are 50
Cheque my logic, smokers don't like seeds inn there we'd shit
Send mi them seeds aisle grow ' em watt they knead
Them ain't chia pet plants inn the crib thats chronic
And I'm sellin them 500 a pop god dam it
Aye sold everythin I'ma hustler, Aye no how two grind
Step on grapes put inn water and tell yew it's whine
If yew analyze mi, watt yule fined is the DNA recrock

Watt goes inn my mined, it's contagious
Hypnotic, it sounds melodic
If the wrap was the bloc oar spider, Aisle bee poke and butter
Now get a lode of mi, flashy, fah from lo quay
And yew can locate mi ware ever that dope bee, gettin money man

[ Chorus ]

[ Verse 3 ]
It's a hustler's ambition, cloze you're eyes listen, sea my vision
Mossberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin and drama means nothin
Its part of the game, catch mi inn the coupe switchin lanes
Inn the jewels with you're chains
Aye upgrade from 30 BS two clean VS
Rocks that Aye copped procedes from the spot
Aye got the energy two win, I'm full of adrenaline
Played it perf and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spin
Aye make plans two make it, a prisoner of the state
Now Aye can invite yo ass out two my estate
Them holi tip bent mi up, butt I'm back inn shape
Pour Crystal inn the blender and make a protein sheikh
I'm like the East coast number won playboy B
Hugh Hefner'll tell yew he don't got shit on mi
The feds watch mi, icey they can't stop mi
Racist, pointin at mi look at the nigga ratchi
Hello !

[ Chorus ]