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Like the fire needs the airI won't burn unless you're thereYea, I need you, I need you to hateSo I can use you for your energyyou know, this real shit, feel this!America got a thing for this gangsta' shit, they love meBlack Chuckas, black skullies, leather Pelle-PelleI take Spit over Raymo shit, I'm a vandalGot the silver duct tape on my tray eight handleThe women in my life be confusion and shitSO like Nino when New Jack, I holla "cancel that bitch"Look at me, this is the life I choseNiggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun frozeI built an empire on the low the narc's don't knowI'm the weathermanI take that cocoa leaf and make that snowSit back, watch it turn to dough, watch it go out the doorO after O, you know, homie I'm just triple beam, dreamin'Niggaz be schemin', I fiend to live a good lifeThe fiends are just fiendinConceal my weapon nice and easy so you can't seeThe penitentiary is definitely out the question for me.I want the finer things in my lifeSongtexteSo I hustle (hustle)Nigga you get in my way while I'm tryin get mineAnd I'll buck you (buck you)I don't care who you run with, or where you fromNigga fuck you (fuck you)I want the finer things in my lifeSo I hustle (hustle)Yea, I don't know shit about gymnastics I summersault bricksBlack Talons start flyin, when a nigga flipI cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can't f**k with meMan my code name, they called me chef boy r 50Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in their weed, shitSend me them seeds I'll grow em what they needThem ain't chia pet plants in the crib, thats chronicAnd I'm sellin 'em for 500 a pop god damn itI sell anything I'ma hustler, I know how to grindStep on grapes put in water and tell you it's wineIf you analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA of a crookandWhat goes in my mind, its contagiousHypnotic, it sounds melodicIf rap was the block or spot, I'll be potent productNow get a load of me, flashy, far from low keyAnd you can locate me where ever that dope be, gettin moneymanI want the finer things in my lifeSo I hustle (hustle)Nigga you get in my way while I'm tryin get mineAnd I'll buck you (buck you)I don't care who you run with, or where you fromNigga fuck you (fuck you)I want the finer things in my lifeSo I hustle (hustle)It's a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see myvisionMoussberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin' the drama means nothinIt's part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin lanesOr in the jewler switchin chainsI upgrade from 30 Bs to clean VsRocks that I copped proceeds from the spotI got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenalinePlay the curv and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spinI'ma plan to make it, a prisoner of the stateNow I can invite yo ass out to my estateThem hollow tips bent me up, but I'm back in shapePour Crystal in the blender and make a protein shakeI'm like the East coast number one playboy BHugh Hefner will tell you he ain't got shit on meThe feds watch me, Icey, they can't stop meRacist, pointin at me look at the niggaracciHello!I want the finer things in my lifeSo I hustle (hustle)Nigga you get in my way while I'm tryin get mineAnd I'll buck you (buck you)I don't care who you run with, or where you fromNigga fuck you (fuck you)I want the finer things in my lifeSo I hustle (hustle) Aus Songtexte Mania