50 Cent: Hustler

Yea, I need you,I need you to hateSo I can use it for your angeryou know, its very shit, feel this !50 CENTAmericas got a thing for this gangstas shit, they love meBlack Chucks, black skullies, leather Pelle-PelleI take spills over raymo shit, Ima fanGot through the silver duck tape on my trait old handleThe women on my life bring confusion shitSO like Nino when we new jack, Ill have to cancel that bitchLook at me, this is the life I choseNiggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze upYo the empire on the low the narcs dont know Im the weathermanI take that coke leaf and make that snowSit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the doorO after O, you know, homey Im just triple beam, dreaminNiggaz be schemin, Im fiendin to live a good lifeThe fiends just fiendinConceal my weapon nice and easy so you cant seeThe penitentiary is definitely out the question for meChorus 50 CENTI want the find the thing in my lifeSo I hustle (hustle)Nigga you get in my way when while Im tryin to gett mineAnd Ill buck you (buck you)I dont care who you run with, or where you fromNigga fuck you (fuck you)I want to find the thing thats in my lifeSo I hustle (hustle)50 CENTYea, I dont know shit about gymnastics I summersault bricksBlack thoughts start flyin, when a nigga flipI cook crack in the microwave, niggaz cant fuck with meMan my cold days, they called me chef boy are 50Check my logic, smokers dont like Cs in their weed shitSend me to Cs hot grown with they needThem aint cheap pet plants in the crib thats chronicAnd Im sellin them 500 a pop god damn itI sold everythin Ima hustler, I know how to grindStep on grapes put in water and tell you its wineIf you analyze me, what youll find is the DNA recrockWhat goes in my mind, its contagiousHypnotic, it sounds melodicIf the rap was the block or spider, Ill be poke and butterNow get a load of me, flashy, far from low keyAnd you can locate me where ever that dope be, be gettin money manChorus 50 CENTI want the find the thing in my lifeSo I hustle (hustle)Nigga you get in my way when while Im tryin to gett mineAnd Ill buck you (buck you)I dont care who you run with, or where you fromNigga fuck you (fuck you)I want to find the thing thats in my lifeSo I hustle (hustle)50 CENTIts a hustlers ambition, close your eyes listen, see my visionMossberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin and drama means nothinIts part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin lanesIn the jewels with your chainsI upgrade from 30 Bs to clean VsRocks that I copped procedes from the spotI got the energy to win, Im full of adrenalinePlayed it perf and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spinIma plan to make it, a prisoner of the stateNow I can invite yo ass out to my estateThem holi tip bent me up, but Im back in shapePour Crystal in the blender and make a protein shakeIm like the East coast number one playboy BHugh Hefnerll tell you he dont got shit on meThe feds watch me, icey they cant stop meRacist, pointin at me look at the nigga ratchiHello !Chorus 50 CENTI want the find the thing in my lifeSo I hustle (hustle)Nigga you get in my way when while Im tryin to gett mineAnd Ill buck you (buck you)I dont care who you run with, or where you fromNigga fuck you (fuck you)I want to find the thing thats in my lifeSo I hustle (hustle)