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Animal Ambition: An Untamed Desire To Win


Artist: 50 Cent
Genres: Hip-Hop
Total songs: 11
Year: 2014

Hustler Lyrics - Animal Ambition: An Untamed Desire To Win - 50 Cent

Don't make this complicated 

My old school candy painted 

I hustle hard 

When I come through they like "oh my God - that nigga clean" 

 

From the beginning It Was Written I suppose 

I break a whole on the 36 oz 

And move it, I'm a hustler, baby 

I'm a hustler, baby 

My mind on the money, I ain't tripping on the hoes 

I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes 

But dig it, I'm a hustler, baby 

I'm a hustler, baby 

 

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I come through, I had the hoes like "who he?" 

Seats in the old school Louis 

Shoes and the belt buckle Louis 

We don't need more details now do we? 

Let 'em sag, my swag is True Religion 

You gonna need Cartier frames to see my vision 

It smells like cream mixed with weed, this is classy and hood 

Drama llama time, nigga, what's good? 

Domino's, motherfucker, it's time to collect 

Stack paper like I'm trying to fix the national debt 

I'm just doing what I wanna do, I trip these set 

This is 50 on that Muammar Gaddafi shit 

 

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From the beginning It Was Written I suppose 

I break a whole on the 36 oz 

And move it, I'm a hustler, baby 

I'm a hustler, baby 

My mind on the money, I ain't tripping on the hoes 

I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes 

But dig it, I'm a hustler, baby 

I'm a hustler, baby 

 

Get on my level, bitch, I'm careful who I kick it with 

We talk market and distribution and politics 

Got a chip on my shoulder, chip off the whole block 

I sell the chip of a whole rock, 10 dollars a pop 

I'm a magnet, the bitch can't help but watch me 

Socks, drawers, undershirt, Versace, Versace, Versace 

Designer threads in every form of fashion 

I express myself so the question I'm askin' 

Is this flip or the next flip tailor 50 shit? 

We ain't promised tomorrow, nigga, go on and get the shit 

That skull and bones, that Alexander McQueen thing 

In case you ain't notice this a Queens thing 

 

From the beginning It Was Written I suppose 

I break a whole on the 36 oz 

And move it, I'm a hustler, baby 

I'm a hustler, baby 

My mind on the money, I ain't tripping on the hoes 

I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes 

But dig it, I'm a hustler, baby 

I'm a hustler, baby 

 

Oh, it's cold out here 

It's my kind of weather, I'm cold blooded 

It's 50 

When I come through you see me 

In the Suburbans that's bulletproof, bomb proof, leather six, what else? 

When I go hard I go hard 

When I don't want you to see me I switch it up 

I'm in that black on black Porsche Panamera 

In the back like "ooh wee" 

We rolling 

I hustle, man, it's what I do, man 

Wait, niggas gon' try and tell me how to do this? 

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