50 Cent Lyrics
"Elementry"
(feat.
G-Unit, Scarlett)
[50 Cent] G Unit!
[50 Cent]
A, B
[Scarlett] You can't fuck 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 bitches tense up, when Scarlett 'round
Niggas 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, shit that's her."
She roll
with them G Unit niggas, that's what's up
Disrespect me, I'll have niggas 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 bitch
And the police we'll have another crime scene taker
Jim
Star crush your head, give your ass a shape-up
Uptown niggas known for the
money they make
Everybody ain't shook, you see doing the shake
[50
Cent - Hook]
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 fuck 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
pussy don't bring rainbows and pots of treasure
It's every girl's dream, to
floss with the team
Long on the suine
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 bitch be feeling me
So ya'll niggas 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 tities
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 ass 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
It's elementary
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