Letra de ' Hustler's Ambition ' de 50 Cent

Like the fire needs the air
I won't burn unless you're there, you're there
Ooh, I need you
Like the fire needs the air
I won't burn unless you're there, you're there
Ooh, I need you

Yeah, I need you, I need you to hate
So I can use you for your energy
You know, it's real shit, feel this

America got a thing for this gangster shit, they love me
Black chukkas, black skully, leather pelle pelle
I tag spit over Ramo's shit, I'm a vandal
Got that silver duct tape on my trey-eight handle
The women in my life bring confusion and shit
So like Nino in New Jack, I holla: Cancel that bitch!
Look at me, this is the life I chose
Niggas around me so cold, man my heart done froze
I built an empire on the low, the narcs don't know
I'm the weatherman, I take that cocoa leaf and make that snow
Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the do'
O after o, you know?
Homie, I'm just triple beam, dreaming, niggas be scheming
I fiend to live the good life, the fiends are just fiendin'
Conceal my weapon nice and neat so you can't see
The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me

I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Nigga, you get in my way while I'm trying 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)

Yeah, I don't know shit about gymnastics, I somersault bricks
And black talons start flying when a nigga flip
I cook crack in the microwave, niggas can't fuck with me
Man my co-d's call me chef boyar-50
Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in they weed, shit
Send me them seeds, I'll grow them what they need
Them ain't chia pet plants in the crib, that's chronic
And I'm selling them for 500 a pop, goddamn it
I sell anything I'm a hustler, I know how to grind
Step on grapes, put it in water and tell you it's wine
If you analyze me, what you will find
Is the DNA of a crook and what goes on in my mind
Is contagious, hypnotic, it sounds melodic
If rap was the block or a spot, I'd be that potent product
Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key
And you can locate me wherever that dope be
Getting money man

I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Nigga, you get in my way while I'm trying 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)

It's the hustler's ambition, close your eyes, listen see my vision
Mossberg pumpin', shotgun dumpin'
The drama means nothing, it's part of the game
Catch me in the coupé switching lanes or in the jeweler switching chains
I upgrade from dirty BS to clean vs
Rocks that I copped from proceeds from the spot
I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline
Play the curb and get nauseous, watching the spinners spin
I made plans to make it, a prisoner of the state
Now I can invite your ass out to my estate
Them hollow tips bent me up, but I'm back in shape
Pour crystal in the blender, make a protein shake
I'm like the East Coast number one playboy b
Hugh Hefner'll tell you he ain't got shit on me
The feds watch me, icey, they can't stop me
Racist, pointing at me: Look at niggaraci, hello

I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Nigga, you get in my way while I'm trying 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)