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50 Cent – Hustler’s Ambition

Monophonic Ringtones : 50 Cent – Hustler’s Ambition

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Hustler’s Ambition’s Lyric

Girl singing:
Like the fire needs the air
I won’t burn unless you’re there

Yea,I need you,I need you to hate
So I can use you for your energy
you know, this real s**t, feel this!

[Verse 1]
America got a thing for this gangsta’ s**t, they love me
Black Chuckies, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle
I take spit over raymo s**t, I’m a vandal
Got the silver duct tape on my 38. eight handle
The women in my life bring confusion and s**t
SO like Nino when New Jack, I holla “cancel that b**ch”
Look at me, this is the life I chose
Niggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze
I’ll build an empire on the low the narc’s don’t know
I’m the weatherman
I take that cocoa leaf and make that snow
Sit back, watch it turn to dough, watch it go out the door
O after O, you know, homie I’m just triple beam, dreamin’
Niggaz be schemin’, I fiend to live a good life
The fiends are just fiendin
Conceal my weapon nice and easy so you can’t see
The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me..

[Chorus]
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Nigga you get in my way while I’m tryin get mine,
And I’ll buck you (buck you)
I don’t care who you run with, or where you from
Nigga f**k you (f**k you)
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)

[Verse 2]
Yea, I don’t know s**t about gymnastics I summersault bricks
Black talons start flyin, when a nigga flip
I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can’t f**k with me
Man my cold days, they called me chef boy r 50
Check my logic, smokers don’t like seeds in their weed, s**t
Send me them seeds I’ll grow em what they need
Them ain’t chia pet plants in the crib, that’s chronic
And I’m sellin ‘em for 500 a pop god d**n it
I sell anything 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 and
What goes in my mind, its contagious
Hypnotic, it sounds melodic
If rap was the block or spider, I’ll be potent product
Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key
And you can locate me where ever that dope be, gettin money man

[Chorus]
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Nigga you get in my way while I’m tryin get mine
And I’ll buck you (buck you)
I don’t care who you run with, or where you from
Nigga f**k you (f**k you)
I want 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 pumpin, shotgun dumpin’ the drama means nothin
It’s part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin lanes
Or in the jewler switchin chains
I upgrade from 30 Bs to clean Vs
Rocks that I copped proceeds from the spot
I got the energy to win, I’m full of adrenaline
Play the curve and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spin
I make plans to make it, a prisoner of the state
Now I can invite yo a*s out to my estate
Them hollow tips 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 ain’t got s**t on me
The feds watch me,I see they can’t stop me
Racist,pointin at me look at the niggaracci
Hello!

[Chorus]
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Nigga you get in my way while I’m tryin get mine
And I’ll buck you (buck you)
I don’t care who you run with, or where you from
Nigga f**k you (f**k you)
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)

ooooooooo light my bumhola

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2 Pac – Dear Mama

Monophonic Ringtones : 2 Pac – Dear Mama

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Dear Mama’s Lyric

You are appreciated

[Verse One: 2Pac]

When I was young me and my mama had beef
Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets
Though back at the time, I never thought I’d see her face
Ain’t a woman alive that could take my mama’s place
Suspended from school; and scared to go home, I was a fool
with the big boys, breakin all the rules
I shed tears with my baby sister
Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids
And even though we had different daddy’s, the same drama
When things went wrong we’d blame mama
I reminice on the stress I caused, it was hell
Huggin on my mama from a jail cell
And who’d think in elementary?
Heeey! I see the penitentiary, one day
And runnin from the police, that’s right
Mama catch me, put a whoopin to my backside
And even as a crack fiend, mama
You always was a black queen, mama
I finally understand
for a woman it ain’t easy tryin to raise a man
You always was committed
A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it
There’s no way I can pay you back
But the plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated

[Chorus: Reggie Green & "Sweet Franklin" w/ 2Pac]

Lady…
Don’t cha know we love ya? Sweet lady
Dear mama
Place no one above ya, sweet lady
You are appreciated
Don’t cha know we love ya?

[second and third chorus, "And dear mama" instead of "Dear mama"]

[Verse Two: 2Pac]

Now ain’t nobody tell us it was fair
No love from my daddy cause the coward wasn’t there
He passed away and I didn’t cry, cause my anger
wouldn’t let me feel for a stranger
They say I’m wrong and I’m heartless, but all along
I was lookin for a father he was gone
I hung around with the Thugs, and even though they sold drugs
They showed a young brother love
I moved out and started really hangin
I needed money of my own so I started slangin
I ain’t guilty cause, even though I sell rocks
It feels good puttin money in your mailbox
I love payin rent when the rent’s due
I hope ya got the diamond necklace that I sent to you
Cause when I was low you was there for me
And never left me alone because you cared for me
And I could see you comin home after work late
You’re in the kitchen tryin to fix us a hot plate
Ya just workin with the scraps you was given
And mama made miracles every Thanksgivin
But now the road got rough, you’re alone
You’re tryin to raise two bad kids on your own
And there’s no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: 2Pac]

Pour out some liquor and I reminsce, cause through the drama
I can always depend on my mama
And when it seems that I’m hopeless
You say the words that can get me back in focus
When I was sick as a little kid
To keep me happy there’s no limit to the things you did
And all my childhood memories
Are full of all the sweet things you did for me
And even though I act craaazy
I gotta thank the Lord that you made me
There are no words that can express how I feel
You never kept a secret, always stayed real
And I appreciate, how you raised me
And all the extra love that you gave me
I wish I could take the pain away
If you can make it through the night there’s a brighter day
Everything will be alright if ya hold on
It’s a struggle everyday, gotta roll on
And there’s no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated

[Chorus]

Sweet lady
And dear mama

Dear mama
Lady [3X]

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