50 Cent - Elementary

f/ G-Unit, Scarlett

50 Cent G Unit!
50 Cent A, B
Scarlett You can't fk with me
50 Cent C, D
Scarlett We from the Harlem streets
50 Cent E, F
Scarlett Don't talk me to death
50 Cent G, H
Scarlett It's elementary

Scarlett
Picture me rolling Range Rover
Same color your Air Force Ones
White on white, ya like?
Red I flight the night
From L.A. to N.Y.
I'm Harlem bound
You see how girls tense up, when Scarlett 'round
get the heart to holla while we up in the club
But get intimidated when they see me sitting on dubs
I hear 'em whispering " dat ain't a man, s**t that's her."
She roll with them G Unit , that's what's up
Disrespect me, I'll have blast ya up
Take my advice, don't let ya peoples grass ya up
I got a fetish for the chips
20's for the six
Hollows for the clips
Try me, if you think I'm playing b*tch
And the police we'll have another crime scene taker
Jim Star crush your head, give your as* a shape-up
Uptown known for the money they make
Everybody ain't shook, you see doing the shake

50 CentHook
The boss spending ends
Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TV's"
The snitch in the precinct saying
"He sell X, he sell techs, and he sell D"
The balla by the bar saying,
"Everybody drink, the best champagne, it's all on me"
Snitch in the back of the police car
Pointing out the window saying, "He robbed me"
It's elementary

Lloyd Banks
1,2,3,4
50 Cent
Lloyd Banks' in the house
Lloyd Banks
Now get the fk on the floor
I slid through the front door
With the 9 and the velour
A cal in my pocket
You wil', I'mma pop it
I'm down for a profit
I'm ghetto as hell
You can't you tell?
My road dog, under the jail
Getting frustrating mail
So I'm drinking and smoking
Thinking and hoping
This cell gon' open
You can dance next to me, but don't throw an elbow
I'll throw one back and leave blood on your Shell Toes
Hell no
I ain't paying for pleasure
Your p*ssy don't bring rainbows and pots of treasure
It's every girl's dream, to floss with the team
Long on the Zeene
DVD's on the screen
Blowing on cream
Waiting for you to scheme
You ain't gotta know how to read, to spray a magazine

Hook

Tony Yayo
I don't wanna grow up, I'mma hustler kid
Go'head and stunt, see I don't pop two your wig
I'm artistic, intelligent, so much ability
When I use them big words, your b*tch be feeling me
So ya'll hate me, 'cause your wives be our groupies
Ya'll irritate me, like loud people in the movies
Fall back, matter fact back down
'Cause I just passed security without no pat down
You can catch me in the bathroom blowing a sticky
Or catch me on the dancefloor feeling some t*ts
Sex sells, so I'mma P-I-M-P
So my pockets never be empty
It ain't no problem, we scoop them models
We got condoms, coups, and lavish condos
50 got me getting as* like I never did
So when I step in the club, hoes love the kid

Hook

50 Cent
The cat in the house go
Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow
The bird in the cage go
Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet

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