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Elementary

by 50 Cent

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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

{Refrain:}
[50 Cent]:
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

{au Refrain}

[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

{au Refrain}

[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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