(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