Girl singing:
Like the fire needs the air
I won't burn unless you're there
Yea,I need you,I need you to hate
So I can use you for your energy
you know, this real s***, feel this!
[Verse 1]
America got a thing for this gangsta' s***, they love me
Black Chuckies, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle
I take spit over raymo s***, I'm a vandal
Got the silver duct tape on my 38. eight handle
The women in my life bring confusion and s***
SO like Nino when New Jack, I holla "cancel that b****"
Look at me, this is the life I chose
n***** around me so cold, man my heart dun froze
I'll build 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 dough, watch it go out the door
O after O, you know, homie I'm just triple beam, dreamin'
n***** be schemin', I fiend to live a good life
The fiends are just fiendin
Conceal my weapon nice and easy 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)
n**** you get in my way while I'm tryin get mine,
And I'll b**p you (b**p you)
I don't care who you run with, or where you from
n**** f*** you (f*** you)
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
[Verse 2]
Yea, I don't know s*** about gymnastics I summersault bricks
Black talons start flyin, when a n**** flip
I cook crack in the microwave, n***** can't f*** with me
Man my cold days, they called me chef boy r 50
Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in their weed, s***
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 'em for 500 a pop god d*** it
I sell anything I'ma hustler, I know how to grind
Step on grapes put in water and tell you it's wine
If you a***yze me, what you'll find is the DNA of a crook and
What goes in my mind, its contagious
Hypnotic, it sounds melodic
If rap was the block or spider, I'll be 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)
n**** you get in my way while I'm tryin get mine
And I'll b**p you (b**p you)
I don't care who you run with, or where you from
n**** f*** you (f*** you)
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
[Verse 3]
It's a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision
Moussberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin' the drama means nothin
It's part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin lanes
Or in the jewler switchin chains
I upgrade from 30 Bs to clean Vs
Rocks that I copped proceeds from the spot
I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline
Play the curve and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spin
I make plans to make it, a prisoner of the state
Now I can invite yo a** out to my estate
Them hollow tips 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 ain't got s*** on me
The feds watch me,I see they can't stop me
Racist,pointin at me look at the n****racci
Hello!
[Chorus]
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
n**** you get in my way while I'm tryin get mine
And I'll b**p you (b**p you)
I don't care who you run with, or where you from
n**** f*** you (f*** you)
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
If you find some error in Hustler's Ambition Lyrics,
would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You.
Thanks to [email protected] for submitting the lyrics.
Review about Hustler's Ambition
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The song was hot | Reviewer: Paul Smith | 4/22/2007
were did u get the sample from?
or is it a harold melvin song?
Like the fire needs the air
I won't burn unless you're there
Yea,I need you,I need you to hate
So I can use you for your energy
you know, this real s***, feel this!
[Verse 1]
America got a thing for this gangsta' s***, they love me
Black Chuckies, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle
I take spit over raymo s***, I'm a vandal
Got the silver duct tape on my 38. eight handle
The women in my life bring confusion and s***
SO like Nino when New Jack, I holla "cancel that b****"
Look at me, this is the life I chose
n***** around me so cold, man my heart dun froze
I'll build 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 dough, watch it go out the door
O after O, you know, homie I'm just triple beam, dreamin'
n***** be schemin', I fiend to live a good life
The fiends are just fiendin
Conceal my weapon nice and easy 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)
n**** you get in my way while I'm tryin get mine,
And I'll b**p you (b**p you)
I don't care who you run with, or where you from
n**** f*** you (f*** you)
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
[Verse 2]
Yea, I don't know s*** about gymnastics I summersault bricks
Black talons start flyin, when a n**** flip
I cook crack in the microwave, n***** can't f*** with me
Man my cold days, they called me chef boy r 50
Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in their weed, s***
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 'em for 500 a pop god d*** it
I sell anything I'ma hustler, I know how to grind
Step on grapes put in water and tell you it's wine
If you a***yze me, what you'll find is the DNA of a crook and
What goes in my mind, its contagious
Hypnotic, it sounds melodic
If rap was the block or spider, I'll be 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)
n**** you get in my way while I'm tryin get mine
And I'll b**p you (b**p you)
I don't care who you run with, or where you from
n**** f*** you (f*** you)
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
[Verse 3]
It's a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision
Moussberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin' the drama means nothin
It's part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin lanes
Or in the jewler switchin chains
I upgrade from 30 Bs to clean Vs
Rocks that I copped proceeds from the spot
I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline
Play the curve and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spin
I make plans to make it, a prisoner of the state
Now I can invite yo a** out to my estate
Them hollow tips 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 ain't got s*** on me
The feds watch me,I see they can't stop me
Racist,pointin at me look at the n****racci
Hello!
[Chorus]
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
n**** you get in my way while I'm tryin get mine
And I'll b**p you (b**p you)
I don't care who you run with, or where you from
n**** f*** you (f*** you)
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
If you find some error in Hustler's Ambition Lyrics,
would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You.
Thanks to [email protected] for submitting the lyrics.
Review about Hustler's Ambition
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The song was hot | Reviewer: Paul Smith | 4/22/2007
were did u get the sample from?
or is it a harold melvin song?