[{"id":32269347,"name":"50 Cent - Hustler's Ambition","trackName":"50 Cent - Hustler's Ambition","artistName":"50 Cent","albumName":"50 Cent","duration":293.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Like the fire needs the air (yeah)\nI won't burn unless you're there\nYou're there (I need you), ooh I need you (I need you to hate)\nLike the fire needs the air (so I can use you for your energy)\nI won't burn unless you're there, you're there (you know, this real shit, feel this)\n\nAmerica got a thing for this gangsta shit, they love me\nBlack Chuckas, black skullies, leather Pelle Pelle\nI tag SPIT over Ramo's shit, I'm a vandal\nGot that silver duct tape on my trey-eight handle\nThe women in my life bring confusion and shit\nSo like Nino in \"New Jack,\" I holla \"Cancel that bitch!\"\nLook at me, this is the life I chose\nNiggas around me so cold, man my heart done froze\n\nI built an empire on the low, the NARC's don't know\nI'm the weatherman, I take that cocoa leaf and make that snow\nSit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the door\nO after O, you know?\nHomie, I'm just triple beam, dreaming, niggas be scheming\nI fiend to live the good life, the fiends are just fiendin'\nConceal my weapon nice and neat so you can't see\nThe penitentiary is definitely out the question for me\n\nI want the finer things in my life\nSo I hustle (hustle)\nNigga you get in my way while I'm trying to get mine\nAnd I'll buck you (buck you)\nI don't care who you run with, or where you from\nNigga fuck you (fuck you)\nI want the finer things in my life\nSo I hustle (hustle)\n\nYeah, I 'on't know shit about gymnastics, I somersault bricks\nBlack talons start flying when a nigga flip\nI cook crack in the microwave, niggas can't fuck with me\nMan my co-d's call me Chef Boyar-50\nCheck my logic, smokers don't like seeds in they weed, shit\nSend me them seeds, I'll grow 'em what they need\nThem ain't Chia pet plants in the crib, that's chronic\nAnd I'm selling them for 500 a pop, goddamn it\n\nI sell anything I'ma hustler, I know how to grind\nStep on grapes, put in water and tell you it's wine\nIf you analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA of a crook and what goes in my mind\nIs contagious, hypnotic, it sounds melodic\nIf rap was the block or spot, I'd be that potent product\nNow get a load of me, flashy, far from low key\nAnd you can locate me wherever that dope be, getting money man\n\nI want the finer things in my life\nSo I hustle (hustle)\nNigga you get in my way while I'm trying to get mine\nAnd I'll buck you (buck you)\nI don't care who you run with, or where you from\nNigga fuck you (fuck you)\nI want the finer things in my life\nSo I hustle (hustle)\n\nIt's a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision\nMossberg pumpin', shotgun dumpin'\nThe drama means nothing, it's part of the game\nCatch me in the coupé switching lanes or in the jeweler switching chains\nI upgrade from dirty \"BS\" to clean VS\nRocks that I copped proceeds from the spot\nI got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline\nPlay the curb and get nauseous, watching the spinners spin\n\nI made plans to make it, a prisoner of the state\nNow I can invite yo' ass out to my estate\nThem hollow tips bent me up, but I'm back in shape\nPour Cristal in the blender, make a protein shake\nI'm like the East coast number one playboy B\nHugh Hefner'll tell you he ain't got shit on me\nThe feds watch me, icey, they can't stop me\nRacist, pointing at me, \"Look at Niggaraci\", hello\n\nI want the finer things in my life\nSo I hustle (hustle)\nNigga you get in my way while I'm trying to get mine\nAnd I'll buck you (buck you)\nI don't care who you run with, or where you from\nNigga fuck you (fuck you)\nI want the finer things in my life\nSo I hustle (hustle)","syncedLyrics":"[00:54.71] Like the fire needs the air (yeah)\n[00:56.45] I won't burn unless you're there\n[00:59.82] You're there (I need you), ooh I need you (I need you to hate)\n[01:04.58] Like the fire needs the air (so I can use you for your energy)\n[01:07.61] I won't burn unless you're there, you're there (you know, this real shit, feel this)\n[01:14.07] America got a thing for this gangsta shit, they love me\n[01:17.68] Black Chuckas, black skullies, leather Pelle Pelle\n[01:20.29] I tag SPIT over Ramo's shit, I'm a vandal\n[01:23.27] Got that silver duct tape on my trey-eight handle\n[01:25.80] The women in my life bring confusion and shit\n[01:28.63] So like Nino in \"New Jack,\" I holla \"Cancel that bitch!\"\n[01:31.31] Look at me, this is the life I chose\n[01:33.81] Niggas around me so cold, man my heart done froze\n[01:37.28] I built an empire on the low, the NARC's don't know\n[01:39.20] I'm the weatherman, I take that cocoa leaf and make that snow\n[01:42.35] Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the door\n[01:45.36] O after O, you know?\n[01:47.66] Homie, I'm just triple beam, dreaming, niggas be scheming\n[01:50.66] I fiend to live the good life, the fiends are just fiendin'\n[01:53.88] Conceal my weapon nice and neat so you can't see\n[01:56.03] The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me\n[01:59.43] I want the finer things in my life\n[02:02.44] So I hustle (hustle)\n[02:05.39] Nigga you get in my way while I'm trying to get mine\n[02:07.54] And I'll buck you (buck you)\n[02:10.21] I don't care who you run with, or where you from\n[02:13.03] Nigga fuck you (fuck you)\n[02:15.84] I want the finer things in my life\n[02:19.08] So I hustle (hustle)\n[02:19.67] Yeah, I 'on't know shit about gymnastics, I somersault bricks\n[02:23.25] Black talons start flying when a nigga flip\n[02:26.09] I cook crack in the microwave, niggas can't fuck with me\n[02:28.93] Man my co-d's call me Chef Boyar-50\n[02:31.47] Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in they weed, shit\n[02:34.37] Send me them seeds, I'll grow 'em what they need\n[02:36.86] Them ain't Chia pet plants in the crib, that's chronic\n[02:39.83] And I'm selling them for 500 a pop, goddamn it\n[02:42.45] I sell anything I'ma hustler, I know how to grind\n[02:45.45] Step on grapes, put in water and tell you it's wine\n[02:48.00] If you analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA of a crook and what goes in my mind\n[02:53.16] Is contagious, hypnotic, it sounds melodic\n[02:55.58] If rap was the block or spot, I'd be that potent product\n[02:58.02] Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key\n[03:01.39] And you can locate me wherever that dope be, getting money man\n[03:04.65] I want the finer things in my life\n[03:07.82] So I hustle (hustle)\n[03:10.13] Nigga you get in my way while I'm trying to get mine\n[03:12.51] And I'll buck you (buck you)\n[03:15.48] I don't care who you run with, or where you from\n[03:18.49] Nigga fuck you (fuck you)\n[03:21.39] I want the finer things in my life\n[03:23.99] So I hustle (hustle)\n[03:25.93] It's a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision\n[03:28.63] Mossberg pumpin', shotgun dumpin'\n[03:31.58] The drama means nothing, it's part of the game\n[03:33.96] Catch me in the coupé switching lanes or in the jeweler switching chains\n[03:37.04] I upgrade from dirty \"BS\" to clean VS\n[03:39.80] Rocks that I copped proceeds from the spot\n[03:42.69] I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline\n[03:45.52] Play the curb and get nauseous, watching the spinners spin\n[03:47.69] I made plans to make it, a prisoner of the state\n[03:50.45] Now I can invite yo' ass out to my estate\n[03:52.92] Them hollow tips bent me up, but I'm back in shape\n[03:56.01] Pour Cristal in the blender, make a protein shake\n[03:58.32] I'm like the East coast number one playboy B\n[04:00.99] Hugh Hefner'll tell you he ain't got shit on me\n[04:04.18] The feds watch me, icey, they can't stop me\n[04:07.15] Racist, pointing at me, \"Look at Niggaraci\", hello\n[04:09.54] I want the finer things in my life\n[04:13.02] So I hustle (hustle)\n[04:16.26] Nigga you get in my way while I'm trying 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trey-eight handle\n  The women in my life bring confusion and shit\n  So like Nino in \"New Jack,\" I holla \"Cancel that bitch!\"\n  Look at me, this is the life I chose\n  Niggas around me so cold, man my heart done froze\n\n  I built an empire on the low, the NARC's don't know\n  I'm the weatherman, I take that cocoa leaf and make that snow\n  Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the door\n  O after O, you know?\n  Homie, I'm just triple beam, dreaming, niggas be scheming\n  I fiend to live the good life, the fiends are just fiendin'\n  Conceal my weapon nice and neat so you can't see\n  The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me\n\n  I want the finer things in my life\n  So I hustle (hustle)\n  Nigga you get in my way while I'm trying to get mine\n  And I'll buck you (buck you)\n  I don't care who you run with, or where you from\n  Nigga fuck you (fuck you)\n  I want the finer things in my life\n  So I hustle (hustle)\n\n  Yeah, I 'on't know shit about gymnastics, I somersault bricks\n  Black talons start flying when a nigga flip\n  I cook crack in the microwave, niggas can't fuck with me\n  Man my co-d's call me Chef Boyar-50\n  Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in they weed, shit\n  Send me them seeds, I'll grow 'em what they need\n  Them ain't Chia pet plants in the crib, that's chronic\n  And I'm selling them for 500 a pop, goddamn it\n\n  I sell anything I'ma hustler, I know how to grind\n  Step on grapes, put in water and tell you it's wine\n  If you analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA of a crook and what goes in my mind\n  Is contagious, hypnotic, it sounds melodic\n  If rap was the block or spot, I'd be that potent product\n  Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key\n  And you can locate me wherever that dope be, getting money man\n\n  I want the finer things in my life\n  So I hustle (hustle)\n  Nigga you get in my way while I'm trying to get mine\n  And I'll buck you (buck you)\n  I don't care who you run 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So I hustle (hustle)\n  Nigga you get in my way while I'm trying to get mine\n  And I'll buck you (buck you)\n  I don't care who you run with, or where you from\n  Nigga fuck you (fuck you)\n  I want the finer things in my life\n  So I hustle (hustle)\n"},{"id":10534764,"name":"50 Cent - Hustler's Ambition","trackName":"50 Cent - Hustler's Ambition","artistName":"50 Cent","albumName":"50 Cent Videos","duration":293.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Like the fire needs the air (yeah)\nI won't burn unless you're there\nYou're there (I need you), ooh I need you (I need you to hate)\nLike the fire needs the air (so I can use you for your energy)\nI won't burn unless you're there, you're there (you know, this real shit, feel this)\n\nAmerica got a thing for this gangsta shit, they love me\nBlack Chuckas, black skullies, leather Pelle Pelle\nI tag SPIT over Ramo's shit, I'm a vandal\nGot that silver duct tape on my trey-eight handle\nThe women in my life bring confusion and shit\nSo like Nino in \"New Jack,\" I holla \"Cancel that bitch!\"\nLook at me, this is the life I chose\nNiggas around me so cold, man my heart done froze\n\nI built an empire on the low, the NARC's don't know\nI'm the weatherman, I take that cocoa leaf and make that snow\nSit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the door\nO after O, you know?\nHomie, I'm just triple beam, dreaming, niggas be scheming\nI fiend to live the good life, the fiends are just fiendin'\nConceal my weapon nice and neat so you can't see\nThe penitentiary is definitely out the question for me\n\nI want the finer things in my life\nSo I hustle (hustle)\nNigga you get in my way while I'm trying to get mine\nAnd I'll buck you (buck you)\nI don't care who you run with, or where you from\nNigga fuck you (fuck you)\nI want the finer things in my life\nSo I hustle (hustle)\n\nYeah, I 'on't know shit about gymnastics, I somersault bricks\nBlack talons start flying when a nigga flip\nI cook crack in the microwave, niggas can't fuck with me\nMan my co-d's call me Chef Boyar-50\nCheck my logic, smokers don't like seeds in they weed, shit\nSend me them seeds, I'll grow 'em what they need\nThem ain't Chia pet plants in the crib, that's chronic\nAnd I'm selling them for 500 a pop, goddamn it\n\nI sell anything I'ma hustler, I know how to grind\nStep on grapes, put in water and tell you it's wine\nIf you analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA of a crook and what goes in my mind\nIs contagious, hypnotic, it sounds melodic\nIf rap was the block or spot, I'd be that potent product\nNow get a load of me, flashy, far from low key\nAnd you can locate me wherever that dope be, getting money man\n\nI want the finer things in my life\nSo I hustle (hustle)\nNigga you get in my way while I'm trying to get mine\nAnd I'll buck you (buck you)\nI don't care who you run with, or where you from\nNigga fuck you (fuck you)\nI want the finer things in my life\nSo I hustle (hustle)\n\nIt's a hustler's 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you're there\nYou're there (I need you), ooh I need you (I need you to hate)\nLike the fire needs the air (so I can use you for your energy)\nI won't burn unless you're there, you're there (you know, this real shit, feel this)\n\nAmerica got a thing for this gangsta shit, they love me\nBlack Chuckas, black skullies, leather Pelle Pelle\nI tag SPIT over Ramo's shit, I'm a vandal\nGot that silver duct tape on my trey-eight handle\nThe women in my life bring confusion and shit\nSo like Nino in \"New Jack,\" I holla \"Cancel that bitch!\"\nLook at me, this is the life I chose\nNiggas around me so cold, man my heart done froze\n\nI built an empire on the low, the NARC's don't know\nI'm the weatherman, I take that cocoa leaf and make that snow\nSit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the door\nO after O, you know?\nHomie, I'm just triple beam, dreaming, niggas be scheming\nI fiend to live the good life, the fiends are just fiendin'\nConceal my weapon nice and neat so you can't 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way while I'm trying to get mine\n[01:14.74] And I'll buck you (buck you)\n[01:16.94] I don't care who you run with, or where you from\n[01:20.14] Nigga fuck you (fuck you)\n[01:22.58] I want the finer things in my life\n[01:25.84] So I hustle (hustle)\n[01:26.41] Yeah, I 'on't know shit about gymnastics, I somersault bricks\n[01:29.97] Black talons start flying when a nigga flip\n[01:32.52] I cook crack in the microwave, niggas can't fuck with me\n[01:35.32] Man my co-d's call me Chef Boyar-50\n[01:38.14] Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in they weed, shit\n[01:41.56] Send me them seeds, I'll grow 'em what they need\n[01:43.77] Them ain't Chia pet plants in the crib, that's chronic\n[01:46.59] And I'm selling them for 500 a pop, goddamn it\n[01:49.38] I sell anything I'ma hustler, I know how to grind\n[01:51.82] Step on grapes, put in water and tell you it's wine\n[01:54.72] If you analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA of a crook and what goes in my mind\n[01:59.78] Is 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to dope, watch it go out the door\nO after O, you know?\nHomie, I'm just triple beam, dreaming, niggas be scheming\nI fiend to live the good life, the fiends are just fiendin'\nConceal my weapon nice and neat so you can't see\nThe penitentiary is definitely out the question for me\n\nI want the finer things in my life\nSo I hustle (hustle)\nNigga you get in my way while I'm trying to get mine\nAnd I'll buck you (buck you)\nI don't care who you run with, or where you from\nNigga fuck you (fuck you)\nI want the finer things in my life\nSo I hustle (hustle)\n\nYeah, I 'on't know shit about gymnastics, I somersault bricks\nBlack talons start flying when a nigga flip\nI cook crack in the microwave, niggas can't fuck with me\nMan my co-d's call me Chef Boyar-50\nCheck my logic, smokers don't like seeds in they weed, shit\nSend me them seeds, I'll grow 'em what they need\nThem ain't Chia pet plants in the crib, that's chronic\nAnd I'm selling them for 500 a pop, goddamn it\n\nI sell anything 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Jack,\" I holla \"Cancel that bitch!\"\n  Look at me, this is the life I chose\n  Niggas around me so cold, man my heart done froze\n\n  I built an empire on the low, the NARC's don't know\n  I'm the weatherman, I take that cocoa leaf and make that snow\n  Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the door\n  O after O, you know?\n  Homie, I'm just triple beam, dreaming, niggas be scheming\n  I fiend to live the good life, the fiends are just fiendin'\n  Conceal my weapon nice and neat so you can't see\n  The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me\n\n  I want the finer things in my life\n  So I hustle (hustle)\n  Nigga you get in my way while I'm trying to get mine\n  And I'll buck you (buck you)\n  I don't care who you run with, or where you from\n  Nigga fuck you (fuck you)\n  I want the finer things in my life\n  So I hustle (hustle)\n\n  Yeah, I 'on't know shit about gymnastics, I somersault bricks\n  Black talons start flying when a nigga flip\n  I cook crack in 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 Nigga fuck you (fuck you)\n  I want the finer things in my life\n  So I hustle (hustle)\n"},{"id":36371408,"name":"Hustler's Ambition","trackName":"Hustler's Ambition","artistName":"50 Cent","albumName":"Hustler's Ambition (International Version)","duration":243.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Like the fire needs the air (yeah)\nI won't burn unless you're there\nYou're there (I need you), ooh I need you (I need you to hate)\nLike the fire needs the air (so I can use you for your energy)\nI won't burn unless you're there, you're there (you know, this real shit, feel this)\n\nAmerica got a thing for this gangsta shit, they love me\nBlack Chuckas, black skullies, leather Pelle Pelle\nI tag SPIT over Ramo's shit, I'm a vandal\nGot that silver duct tape on my trey-eight handle\nThe women in my life bring confusion and shit\nSo like Nino in \"New Jack,\" I holla \"Cancel that bitch!\"\nLook at me, this is the life I chose\nNiggas around me so cold, man my heart done froze\n\nI built an empire on the low, the NARC's don't know\nI'm the weatherman, I take that cocoa leaf and make that snow\nSit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the door\nO after O, you know?\nHomie, I'm just triple beam, dreaming, niggas be scheming\nI fiend to live the good life, the fiends are just fiendin'\nConceal my weapon nice and neat so you can't see\nThe penitentiary is definitely out the question for me\n\nI want the finer things in my life\nSo I hustle (hustle)\nNigga you get in my way while I'm trying to get mine\nAnd I'll buck you (buck you)\nI don't care who you run with, or where you from\nNigga fuck you (fuck you)\nI want the finer things in my life\nSo I hustle (hustle)\n\nYeah, I 'on't know shit about gymnastics, I somersault bricks\nBlack talons start flying when a nigga flip\nI cook crack in the microwave, niggas can't fuck with me\nMan my co-d's call me Chef Boyar-50\nCheck my logic, smokers don't like seeds in they weed, shit\nSend me them seeds, I'll grow 'em what they need\nThem ain't Chia pet plants in the crib, that's chronic\nAnd I'm selling them for 500 a pop, goddamn it\n\nI sell anything I'ma hustler, I know how to grind\nStep on grapes, put in water and tell you it's wine\nIf you analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA of a crook and what goes in my mind\nIs contagious, hypnotic, it sounds melodic\nIf rap was the block or spot, I'd be that potent product\nNow get a load of me, flashy, far from low key\nAnd you can locate me wherever that dope be, getting money man\n\nI want the finer things in my life\nSo I hustle (hustle)\nNigga you get in my way while I'm trying to get mine\nAnd I'll buck you (buck you)\nI don't care who you run with, or where you from\nNigga fuck you (fuck you)\nI want the finer things in my life\nSo I hustle (hustle)\n\nIt's a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision\nMossberg pumpin', shotgun dumpin'\nThe drama means nothing, it's part of the game\nCatch me in the coupé 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product\n[02:05.24] Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key\n[02:08.21] And you can locate me wherever that dope be, getting money man\n[02:12.05] I want the finer things in my life\n[02:14.80] So I hustle (hustle)\n[02:17.18] Nigga you get in my way while I'm trying to get mine\n[02:20.36] And I'll buck you (buck you)\n[02:22.58] I don't care who you run with, or where you from\n[02:25.65] Nigga fuck you (fuck you)\n[02:28.18] I want the finer things in my life\n[02:31.12] So I hustle (hustle)\n[02:32.95] It's a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision\n[02:35.76] Mossberg pumpin', shotgun dumpin'\n[02:38.31] The drama means nothing, it's part of the game\n[02:40.76] Catch me in the coupé switching lanes or in the jeweler switching chains\n[02:43.95] I upgrade from dirty \"BS\" to clean VS\n[02:46.83] Rocks that I copped proceeds from the spot\n[02:49.28] I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline\n[02:51.84] Play the curb and get nauseous, watching the spinners spin\n[02:54.59] I made plans to make it, a prisoner of the state\n[02:57.52] Now I can invite yo' ass out to my estate\n[02:59.84] Them hollow tips bent me up, but I'm back in shape\n[03:02.78] Pour Cristal in the blender, make a protein shake\n[03:05.45] I'm like the East coast number one playboy B\n[03:08.33] Hugh Hefner'll tell you he ain't got shit on me\n[03:10.73] The feds watch me, icey, they can't stop me\n[03:13.88] Racist, pointing at me, \"Look at Niggaraci\", hello\n[03:17.45] I want the finer things in my life\n[03:20.45] So I hustle (hustle)\n[03:22.67] Nigga you get in my way while I'm trying to get mine\n[03:26.02] And I'll buck you (buck you)\n[03:28.11] I don't care who you run with, or where you from\n[03:31.31] Nigga fuck you (fuck you)\n[03:33.44] I want the finer things in my life\n[03:36.86] So I hustle (hustle)\n[03:38.36] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hustler's Ambition (Edit)\n  artist: 50 Cent\n  album: Hustler's Ambition CDM\n 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