[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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