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Artista: 50 Cent
Album: No Mercy, No Fear
Cancion: Elementry
[50 Cent] G Unit!
[50 Cent] A, B
[Scarlett] You canīt fuck with me
[50 Cent] C, D
[Scarlett] We from the Harlem streets
[50 Cent] E, F
[Scarlett] Donīt talk me to death
[50 Cent] G, H
[Scarlett] Itīs elementary

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.
Iīm Harlem bound
You see how bitches tense up, when Scarlett īround
Niggas get the heart to holla while we up in the club
But get intimidated when they see me sitting on dubs
I hear īem whispering " dat ainīt a man, shit thatīs her."
She roll with them G Unit niggas, thatīs whatīs up
Disrespect me, Iīll have niggas blast ya up
Take my advice, donīt let ya peoples grass ya up
I got a fetish for the chips
20īs for the six
Hollows for the clips
Try me, if you think Iīm playing bitch
And the police weīll 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 ainīt shook, you see doing the shake

[50 Cent - Hook]
The boss spending ends
Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TVīs"
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, itīs all on me"
Snitch in the back of the police car
Pointing out the window saying, "He robbed me"
Itīs elementary

[Lloyd Banks]
[50 Cent]
Lloyd Banksī 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 wilī, Iīmma pop it
Iīm down for a profit
Iīm ghetto as hell
You canīt you tell?
My road dog, under the jail
Getting frustrating mail
So Iīm drinking and smoking
Thinking and hoping
This cell gonī open
You can dance next to me, but donīt throw an elbow
Iīll throw one back and leave blood on your Shell Toes
Hell no
I ainīt paying for pleasure
Your pussy donīt bring rainbows and pots of treasure
Itīs every girlīs dream, to floss with the team
Long on the suine
DVDīs on the screen
Blowing on cream
Waiting for you to scheme
You ainīt gotta know how to read, to spray a magazine


[Tony Yayo]
I donīt wanna grow up, Iīmma hustler kid
Goīhead and stunt, see I donīt pop two your wig
Iīm artistic, intelligent, so much ability
When I use them big words, your bitch be feeling me
So yaīll niggas hate me, īcause your wives be our groupies
Yaīll irritate me, like loud people in the movies
Fall back, matter fact back down
īCause 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 Iīmma P-I-M-P
So my pockets never be empty
It ainīt 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


[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
Itīs elementary
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