(feat. 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, %#@! 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 $$# a shape-up
Uptown ^!$$%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 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 (*##$ 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 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 $$# 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