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Lyricist: 50 Cent
Lyrics:
(Light the fire that needs the air) (I won't burn unless you're there)
Yeah, I need you,I need you to hate So I can use it for your anger you know, its real shit, feel this!
[Verse 1] American 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 in my life bring confusion shit So like Nino when we new jack, I'll locate 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 the empire on the low the narc's don't know I'm the weatherman I take that coca 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 friend to live the good life The friends are just friendin Conceal my weapon nice and easy so you can't see The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me
[Chorus] I want to find the finer things in my life So I hustle (hustle) Nigga you get in my way 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 finer things in my life So I hustle (hustle)
[Verse 2] Yeah, 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 them what they need Them ain't chia pet plants in the crib that's 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 it's wine If you analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA of a crook
What goes in my mind, it's 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, be gettin money man
[Chorus] I want to find the finer things in my life So I hustle (hustle) Nigga you get in my way 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 finer things in my life So I hustle (hustle)
[Verse 3] It's a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision Mossberg dumpin, shotgun dumpin and drama means nothin It's part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin lanes or In the jewels with your chains I upgrade from 30 B's to clean V's Rocks that I copped procedes from the spot I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline Played the curve and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spin I'ma plan to make it, a prisoner of the state Now I can invite yo ass out to my estate Them hollow 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!
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