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Elementary

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  • f/ G-Unit, Scarlett
    [50 Cent] G Unit!
    [50 Cent] A, B
    [Scarlett] You can't ***** 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 *****es tense up, when Scarlett 'round
    *****s 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, *******t that's her.'
    She roll with them G Unit *****s, that's what's up
    Disrespect me, I'll have *****s 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 *****
    And the police we'll have another crime scene taker
    Jim Star crush your head, give your ass a shape-up
    Uptown *****s 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 ***** 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 ******* don't bring rainbows and pots of treasure
    It's every girl's dream, to floss with the team
    Long limousine
    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 ***** be feeling me
    So ya'll *****s 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 *******
    *** 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
  • f/ G-Unit, Scarlett
    [50 Cent] G Unit!
    [50 Cent] A, B
    [Scarlett] You can't ***** 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 *****es tense up, when Scarlett 'round
    *****s 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, *******t that's her.'
    She roll with them G Unit *****s, that's what's up
    Disrespect me, I'll have *****s 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 *****
    And the police we'll have another crime scene taker
    Jim Star crush your head, give your ass a shape-up
    Uptown *****s 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 ***** 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 ******* don't bring rainbows and pots of treasure
    It's every girl's dream, to floss with the team
    Long limousine
    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 ***** be feeling me
    So ya'll *****s 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 *******
    *** 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