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Published : April 02, 2008 |
Author : 50_Cents
Song Lyrics By : 50 Cents Lyrics | Total Views
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50 CENT LYRICS
"Elementry"
(feat. G-Unit, Scarlett)
[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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