Elementry Lyrics

Elementry lyrics

[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