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 CentHook
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
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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