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Les paroles de Hustlers Ambition:
| | | Artiste: | 50 Cent |
| | Album: | Get Rich Or Die Tryin' (Soundtrack) (2005) | | Titre: | Hustlers Ambition | | | | Date d'ajout: | 24/02/2008 | | Vues: | 436 fois | | | | Paroles: | (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 Chucks, black skullies, leather
Pelle-Pelle
I take spills over raymo shit, I'ma fan
Got through the silver duck tape on my trait
old handle
The women on my life bring confusion 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 build an empire on the low the narc's don't know
I'm the weatherman, I take that coco
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'm fiendin to live a good life
The
fiends 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)
Nigga you get in my way when while 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 to find the thing
thats in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
[Verse 2]
Yea, 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 god 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 recrock
What goes in my mind, its
contagious
Hypnotic, it sounds melodic
If the rap was the block or spider, I'll be poke and
butter
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]
[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
In the jewels with your chains
I upgrade from 30 BS to clean VS
Rocks
that I copped procedes 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] | | | |
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