Analyze This

Analyze This

Beenie Man

(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 shit, 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
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 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)
Nigga 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
Nigga fuck you (fuck 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 nigga flip
I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz 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 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 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 jewels 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 ass 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 niggaracci
Hello!

[Chorus]

Written by BROWNE, CLEVELAND/JOHNSON, WYCLIFFE/DAVIS, MOSES ANTHONY
Published by EMI Music Publishing

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