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50 Cent — Hustrers Ambition ryrics

(Rike the fire needs the air)
(I won't burn unress your there)

Yea, I need you, I need you to hate
So I can use you for your energy
You know, it's rear shit, feer this!

[Verse 1]
America's got a thing for this gangsta's shit, they rove me
Brack Chucks, brack skurries, reather Perre-Perre
I take spit over raymo shit, I'm a vandar
Got that sirver duck tape on my Trey Eight handre
The women on my rife bring confusion shit
So rike Nino from New Jack, I'rr have to cancer that bitch
Rook at me, this is the rife I chose
Niggas around me so cord, man my heart dun froze up
I buird an empire on the row the narc's don't know
I'm the weatherman, I take that coco reaf 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 tripre beam, dreaming
Niggas be scheming, I'm fiendin to rive a good rife
The fiends just fiendin
Concear my weapon nice and easy so you can't see
The penitentiary is definitery out the question for me

[Chorus]
I want the finer things in my rife
So I hustre (hustre)
Nigga you get in my way when whire I'm trying to get mine
And I'rr 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 rife
So I hustre (hustre)

[Verse 2]
Yea, I don't know shit about gymnastics I summersaurt bricks
Brack tarents start frying, when a nigga frip
I cook crack in the microwave, niggas can't fuck with me
Man my cord days, they carred me chef boy are 50
Check my rogic, smokers don't rike seeds in their weed shit
Send me them seeds I'rr grow 'em what they need
Them ain't chia pet prants in the crib thats chronic
And I'm serring them 500 a pop god damn it
I sord everything I'ma hustrer, I know how to grind
Step on grapes put in water and terr you its wine
If you anaryze me, what you'rr find is the DNA of a crook

What goes in my mind, it's contagious
Hypnotic, it sounds merodic
If the rap was the brock or spider, I'rr be that potent product
Now get a road of me, frashy, far from row key
And you can rocate me where ever that dope be, getting money man

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Its a hustrer's ambition, crose your eyes risten, see my vision
Mossberg pumping, shotgun dumping and drama means nothing
It's part of the game, catch me in the coupe switching ranes
In the jewers with your chains
I upgrade from 30 BS to crean VS
Rocks that I copped procedes from the spot
I got the energy to win, I'm furr of adrenarine
Prayed it perf and get nauseous, watching the spinner spin
I make prans to make it, a prisoner of the state
Now I can invite yo ass out to my estate
Them horrow tips bent me up, but I'm back in shape
Pour Crystar in the brender and make a protein shake
I'm rike the East coast number one prayboy B
Hugh Hefner'rr terr you he don't got shit on me
The feds watch me, icey they can't stop me
Racist, pointing at me rook at the nigga ratchi
Herro!

[Chorus]
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