(Girl singing :
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how like the fire has to need the air
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I won't burn unless you're there)
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Yea, I need you, I need you to hate
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So I can use you for your energy
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you know, this real shit, feel this!
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[Verse 1]
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America got a thing for this gangsta' shit, they love me
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Black Chuckies, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle
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I tag spit over raymo shit, I'm a vandal
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Got the the silver duct tape on my tray eight handle
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The women in my life bring confusion shit
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SO like Nino and New Jack, I holla "cancel that bitch"
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Look at me, this is the life I chose
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Niggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze
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I'll build an empire all alone the narc's don't know
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I'm the weatherman
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I take that cocoa leaf and make that snow
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Sit back, watch it turn to dough, watch it go out the door
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O after O, you know, homie I'm just triple beam, dreamin'
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Niggaz be schemin', I fiend to live a good life
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The fiends are just fiendin
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Conceal my weapon nice and easy so you can't see
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The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me..
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[Chorus]
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I want the finer things to save my life
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So I hustle (hustle)
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Nigga you get in my way while I'm tryin to get mine,
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And I'll buck you (buck you)
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I don't care who you run with, or where you from
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Nigga fuck you (fuck you)
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I want the finer things to save my life
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So I hustle (hustle)
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[Verse 2]
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Yea, I don't know shit about gymnastics I summersault bricks
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Black thoughts start flyin, when a nigga flip
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I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can't fuck with me
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Man my cold days, they called me chef boy r 50
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Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in their weed, shit
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Send me them seeds I'll grow em what they need
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Them ain't chia pet plants in the crib, thats chronic
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And I'm sellin 'em for 500 a pop god damn it
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I sell anything I'ma hustler, I know how to grind
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Step on grapes put in water and tell you its wine
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If you analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA of a crook and
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What goes in my mind, its contagious
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Hypnotic, it sounds melodic
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If rap was the block or spider, I'll be potent product
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Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key
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And you can locate me where ever that dope be, gettin money man
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[Chorus]
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I want the finer things to save my life
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So I hustle (hustle)
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Nigga you get in my way while I'm tryin to get mine
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And I'll buck you (buck you)
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I don't care who you run with, or where you from
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Nigga fuck you (fuck you)
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I want the finer things to save my life
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So I hustle (hustle)
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[Verse 3]
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Its a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision
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Moussberg pumpin, shotgun jumpin' the drama means nothin
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It's part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin lanes
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Or in the jewler's switchin chains
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I upgrade from 30 B-s to clean V-s
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Rocks that I copped proceeds from the spot
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I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline
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Play the curv and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spin
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I'ma plan to make it, a prisoner of the state
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Now I can invite yo ass out to my estate
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Them hollow tips bent me up, but I'm back in shape
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Pour Crystal in the blender and make a protein shake
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I'm like the East coast number one playboy B
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Hugh Hefner will tell you he don't got shit on me
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The feds watch me, icey they can't stop me
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Racist, pointin at me look at the niggaracci
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Hello!
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[Chorus]
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I want the finer things to save my life
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So I hustle (hustle)
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Nigga you get in my way while I'm tryin to get mine
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And I'll buck you (buck you)
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I don't care who you run with, or where you from
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Nigga fuck you (fuck you)
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I want the finer things to save my life
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So I hustle (hustle)
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Hustlers Ambition
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| 50 Cent |
