Beenie Man - Analyze This lyrics

(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 energy You know, its very sh_t, feel this! America's got a thing for this gangsta's sh**, they love me Black Chuckies, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle I take spit over raymo sh_t, I'ma fan Got through the silver duck tape on my trait old handle The women on my life bring confusion sh_t SO like Nino when we new jack, I'll have to cancel that b_tch Look at me, this is the life I chose n***az 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' n***az be schemin', I'm fiend 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 [Chorus] I want the finer things that's in my life So I hustle (hustle) n***a you get in my way when while I'm tryin to get mine And I'll buck you (buck you) I don't care who you run with, or where you from n***a f** you (f** you) I want the finer things that's in my life So I hustle (hustle) Yea, I don't know sh_t about gymnastics I somersault bricks Black thoughts start flyin, when a n***a flip I cook crack in the microwave, n***az can't f_ck with me Man my cold days, they called me chef boyarfitty Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in their weed sh_t Send me two seeds hot grown with they need Them ain't cheap pet plants in the crib that's chronic And I'm sellin' them 500 a pop god damn 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 an*lyze me, what you'll find is the DNA of a crook and What goes in my mind, its contagious Hypnotic, it sounds melodic If the 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, be gettin' money man [Chorus] 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 j**els with your chains I upgrade from 30 B's to clean V's Rocks that I copped proceeds 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 a** 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 B Hugh Hefner'll tell you he don't got sh_t on me The feds watch me, icy they can't stop me Racist, pointin' at me look at the n***aracci Hello! [Chorus]