Hustler’s Ambition (A Capella)

Hustlers Ambition
50 Cent
(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 for this gangsta's shit, they love me

Black Chuckas, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle

I take spit over raymo shit, I'm a phantom
Got through the silver duck tape on my tre' eight handle
The women on my life real confusin' as shit So like Nino from New Jack, I'll have to cancel that bitch

Look at me--this is the life I chose

Niggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze up
I built an empire on the low the narc's don't know I'm the weatherman I take that coke leaf and make that snow

Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the door O after O, you know, homey I'm just triple beam dreamin', Niggaz be schemin, I fiend to live a good life, The fiends just fiendin

Conceal my weapon nice and easy 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 when 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]
I don't know shit about gymnastics I summersault bricks
Black talents start flyin, when a nigga flip
I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can't fuck with me
Man my cold days, they called me chef boy are 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 thats chronic
And I'm sellin them 500 a pop got damn it

I sold everythin I'ma hustler, I know how to grind
Step on grapes put in water and tell you its wine
If you analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA off a crook and what goes in my mind.

Its contagious, hypnotic, it sounds melodic
If the rap was the block or spider, I'll 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]
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Nigga you get in my way when 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 3]
Its a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision

Mossberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin and drama means nothin
It's part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin lanes ot in the jeweler switchin' chains

I upgrade from 30 BS to clean VS

Rocks that I copped with proceeds from the spot
I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline
Played it perf and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spin
I make plans to make it, a prisoner of the state
Now I can invite yo ass out to my estate
Them holi tip bent me up, but I'm back in shape
Pour Crystal in the blender and make a protein shake
I'm like the East coast number one playboy B
Hugh Hefner'll tell you he don't got shit on me

The feds watch me, icey they can't stop me
Racist, pointin at me look at the nigga ratchi
Hello!

[Chorus]
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Nigga you get in my way when 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)