(Light the fire that needs the air) 
(I won't burn unless your there) 

Yea, I need you,I need you to hate 
So I can use it for your anger 
you know, its very [bad word]  feel this! 

[Verse 1] 
America's got a thing for this gangsta's [bad word]  they love me 
Black Chucks, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle 
I take spills over raymo [bad word]  I'ma fan 
Got through the silver duck tape on my trait old handle 
The women on my life bring confusion [bad word] 
SO like Nino when we new jack, I'll have to cancel that [bad word] 
Look at me, this is the life I chose 
Niggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze up 
Yo the empire on the low the narc's don't know I'm the weatherman 
I take that coke leaf and make that snow 
Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the door 
O after O, you know, homey I'm just triple beam, dreamin 
Niggaz be schemin, I'm fiendin to live a good life 
The fiends just fiendin 
Conceal my weapon nice and easy so you can't see 
The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me 

 [bad word]  
I want the find the thing in my life 
So I hustle (hustle) 
 [bad word] you get in my way when while I'm tryin to gett mine 
And I'll buck you (buck you) 
I don't care who [bad word] with, or where you from 
 [bad word] [bad word] you  [bad word] you) 
I want to find the thing thats in my life 
So I hustle (hustle) 

[Verse 2] 
Yea, I don't know [bad word] about gymnastics I summersault bricks 
Black thoughts start flyin, when a [bad word] flip 
I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can't [bad word] with me 
Man my cold days, they called me chef boy are 50 
Check my logic, smokers don't like C's in their weed [bad word] 
Send me to C's hot grown with they need 
Them ain't cheap pet plants in the crib thats chronic 
And I'm sellin them 500 a pop god [bad word] it 
I sold everythin I'ma hustler, I know how to grind 
Step on grapes put in water and tell you its wine 
If you analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA recrock 

What goes in my mind, its contagious 
Hypnotic, it sounds melodic 
If the rap was the block or spider, I'll be poke and butter 
Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key 
And you can locate me where ever that dope be, be gettin money man 

 [bad word]  

[Verse 3] 
Its a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision 
Mossberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin and drama means nothin 
It's part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin lanes 
In the jewels with your chains 
I upgrade from 30 B's to clean V's 
Rocks that I copped procedes from the spot 
I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline 
Played it perf and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spin 
I'ma plan to make it, a prisoner of the state 
Now I can invite yo [bad word] out to my estate 
Them holi tip 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 
Hugh Hefner'll tell you he don't got [bad word] on me 
The feds watch me, icey they can't stop me 
Racist, pointin at me look at the [bad word] ratchi 
Hello!