elementry lyrics – 50 cent

(50 cent)
g unit!
(50 cent)
a, b
you can’t f*ck with me
(50 cent)
c, d
we from the harlem streets
(50 cent)
e, f
don’t talk me to death
(50 cent)
g, h
it’s 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.
i’m harlem bound
you see how b*tches tips up, when scarlett ’round
n*gg*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 “ain’t a man, sh*t that’s heard.”
she roll with them g unit n*gg*s, that’s what’s up
disrespect me, i’ll have n*gg*s blast ya up
take my advice, don’t let ya peoples gas 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 b*tch
and the police we’ll have another crime scene taker
jim star crush your head, give your *ss a shape-up
uptown n*gg*s known for the money they make
everybody ain’t shook, you see doing the shake

(50 cent)(chorus)
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 champgane, 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 f*ck 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 h*ll
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 sh*ll toes
h*ll no
i ain’t paying for pleasure
your p*ssy 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


(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 b*tch be feeling me
so ya’ll n*gg*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 p*ssed security without no pat down
you can catch me in the bathroom blowing a sticky
or catch me on the dancefloor feeling some t*ts
s*x 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 *ss 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
it’s elementary

/ 50 cent lyrics