50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, Scarlett - Elementary lyrics

Picture me rolling Range Rover
Same color your Air Force Ones
White on white, ya like?
Red I Flight the night from LA to NY

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

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

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 wil', I'mma pop it i'm down for a profit
I'm ghetto as hell you can't 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 scene
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

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

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 tit's
Sex sells, so I'mma P-IM-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

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

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