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50 CENT <br /> <br /> <br />"Hustlers Ambition" <br /> <br />(Like the fire needs the air) <br />(I won't burn unless your there) <br /> <br />Yea, I need you,I need you to hate <br />So I can use you for your energy <br />you know, its real shit, feel this! <br /> <br />[Verse 1] <br />America's got a thing for this gangsta's shit, they love me <br />Black Chucks, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle <br />I take spills over raymo shit, I'ma fan <br />Got through the silver duck tape on my trait old handle <br />The women on my life bring confusion shit <br />SO like Nino from New Jack, I'll have to cancel that bitch <br />Look at me, this is the life I chose <br />Niggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze up <br />Yo the empire on the low the narc's don't know I'm the weatherman <br />I take that coke leaf and make that snow <br />Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the door <br />O after O, you know, homey I'm just triple beam, dreamin <br />Niggaz be schemin, I'm fiendin to live a good life <br />The fiends just fiendin <br />Conceal my weapon nice and easy so you can't see <br />The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me <br /> <br />[Chorus] <br />I want the find the thing in my life <br />So I hustle (hustle) <br />Nigga you get in my way when while I'm tryin to get mine <br />And I'll buck you (buck you) <br />I don't care who you run with, or where you from <br />Nigga fuck you (fuck you) <br />I want to find the thing thats in my life <br />So I hustle (hustle) <br /> <br />[Verse 2] <br />Yea, I don't know shit about gymnastics I summersault bricks <br />Black talents start flyin, when a nigga flip <br />I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can't fuck with me <br />Man my cold days, they called me chef boy are 50 <br />Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in their weed shit <br />Send me them seeds i'll grow 'em what they need <br />Them ain't chia pet plants in the crib thats chronic <br />And I'm sellin them 500 a pop god damn it <br />I sold everythin I'ma hustler, I know how to grind <br />Step on grapes put in water and tell you its wine <br />If you analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA recrock <br /> <br />What goes in my mind, its contagious <br />Hypnotic, it sounds melodic <br />If the rap was the block or spider, I'll be poke and butter <br />Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key <br />And you can locate me where ever that dope be, gettin money man <br /> <br />[Chorus] <br /> <br />[Verse 3] <br />Its a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision <br />Mossberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin and drama means nothin <br />It's part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin lanes <br />In the jewels with your chains <br />I upgrade from 30 BS to clean VS <br />Rocks that I copped procedes from the spot <br />I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline <br />Played it perf and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spin <br />I make plans to make it, a prisoner of the state <br />Now I can invite yo ass out to my estate <br />Them holi tip bent me up, but I'm back in shape <br />Pour Crystal in the blender and make a protein shake <br />I'm like the East coast number one playboy B <br />Hugh Hefner'll tell you he don't got shit on me <br />The feds watch me, icey they can't stop me <br />Racist, pointin at me look at the nigga ratchi <br />Hello! <br /> <br /> <br />=')
Letra nueva de la canción
50 CENT <br /> <br /> <br />"Hustlers Ambition" <br /> <br />(Like the fire needs the air) <br />(I won't burn unless your there) <br /> <br />Yea, I need you,I need you to hate <br />So I can use you for your energy <br />you know, its real shit, feel this! <br /> <br />[Verse 1] <br />America's got a thing for this gangsta's shit, they love me <br />Black Chucks, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle <br />I take spills over raymo shit, I'ma fan <br />Got through the silver duck tape on my trait old handle <br />The women on my life bring confusion shit <br />SO like Nino from New Jack, I'll have to cancel that bitch <br />Look at me, this is the life I chose <br />Niggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze up <br />Yo the empire on the low the narc's don't know I'm the weatherman <br />I take that coke leaf and make that snow <br />Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the door <br />O after O, you know, homey I'm just triple beam, dreamin <br />Niggaz be schemin, I'm fiendin to live a good life <br />The fiends just fiendin <br />Conceal my weapon nice and easy so you can't see <br />The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me <br /> <br />[Chorus] <br />I want the find the thing in my life <br />So I hustle (hustle) <br />Nigga you get in my way when while I'm tryin to get mine <br />And I'll buck you (buck you) <br />I don't care who you run with, or where you from <br />Nigga fuck you (fuck you) <br />I want to find the thing thats in my life <br />So I hustle (hustle) <br /> <br />[Verse 2] <br />Yea, I don't know shit about gymnastics I summersault bricks <br />Black talents start flyin, when a nigga flip <br />I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can't fuck with me <br />Man my cold days, they called me chef boy are 50 <br />Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in their weed shit <br />Send me them seeds i'll grow 'em what they need <br />Them ain't chia pet plants in the crib thats chronic <br />And I'm sellin them 500 a pop god damn it <br />I sold everythin I'ma hustler, I know how to grind <br />Step on grapes put in water and tell you its wine <br />If you analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA recrock <br /> <br />What goes in my mind, its contagious <br />Hypnotic, it sounds melodic <br />If the rap was the block or spider, I'll be poke and butter <br />Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key <br />And you can locate me where ever that dope be, gettin money man <br /> <br />[Chorus] <br /> <br />[Verse 3] <br />Its a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision <br />Mossberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin and drama means nothin <br />It's part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin lanes <br />In the jewels with your chains <br />I upgrade from 30 BS to clean VS <br />Rocks that I copped procedes from the spot <br />I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline <br />Played it perf and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spin <br />I make plans to make it, a prisoner of the state <br />Now I can invite yo ass out to my estate <br />Them holi tip bent me up, but I'm back in shape <br />Pour Crystal in the blender and make a protein shake <br />I'm like the East coast number one playboy B <br />Hugh Hefner'll tell you he don't got shit on me <br />The feds watch me, icey they can't stop me <br />Racist, pointin at me look at the nigga ratchi <br />Hello! <br /> <br /> <br />=')
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