Elementry lyrics

Artist  : 50 Cent 
Song : Elementry



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[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