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(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 ... [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 ] |
Hustlers Ambition
50 Cent
Complexity: | 71 | Readability: | 72.48 | Sentiment: | -5 | Word Count: | 570 | Unique Words: | 295 |