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50 Cent ~ Elementry


f/ 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 tits 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 more free lyrics

f/ 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 tits
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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