50 Cent - Elementry lyrics

Album: No Mercy, No Fear (2002)

[50 Cent]
G Unit!
[50 Cent]
A, B
[Scarlett]
You can not f*ck 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 is 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 am Harlem bound
You see how bitches tips 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 "Aint a man, shit that is heard."
She roll with them G Unit niggas, that is what´s up
Disrespect me, I will have niggas blast ya up
Take my advice, don´t let ya peoples gas ya up
I got a fetish for the chips
20´s for the six
Hollows for the clips
Try me, if you think I am playing bitch
And the police we will 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 aint shook, you see doing the shake

[50 Cent][Chorus]
The boss spending ends
Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, & four TV´s"
The snitch in the precinct saying, "He sell X, he sell techs, & he sell D"
The balla by the bar saying, "Everybody drink, the best champgane, it is all on me"
Snitch in the back of the police car, pointing out the window saying, "He robbed me"
It is elementary

[Lloyd Banks]
1,2,3,4
[50 Cent]
Lloyd Banks´ in the house
[Lloyd Banks]
Now get the f*ck on the floor
I slid through the front door
With the 9 & the velour
A cal in my pocket
You wil´, I amma pop it
I am down for a profit
I am ghetto as hell
You can not you tell?
My road dog, under the jail
Getting frustrating mail
So I am drinking & smoking
Thinking & hoping
This cell gon´ open
You can dance next to me, but don´t throw an elbow
I will throw one back & leave blood on your Shell Toes
Hell no
I aint paying for pleasure
Your pussy don´t bring rainbows & pots of treasure
It is 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 aint have got to know how to read, to spray a magazine

[Chorus]

[Tony Yayo]
I do not want to grow up, I amma hustler kid
Go´head & stunt, see I do not pop two your wig
I am 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 amma P-I-M-P
So my pockets never be empty
It aint no problem, we scoop them models
We got condoms, coups, & lavish condos
50 got me getting ass like I never did
So when I step in the club, hoes love the kid

[Chorus]

[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 is elementary

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