G Unit!
A, B
You cant fuck with me
C, D
We from the Harlem streets
E, F
Dont talk me to death
G, H
Its 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.
Im 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 aint a man, shit thats her."
She roll with them G Unit niggas, thats whats up
Disrespect me, Ill have niggas blast ya up
Take my advice, dont let ya peoples grass ya up
I got a fetish for the chips
20s for the six
Hollows for the clips
Try me, if you think Im playing bitch
And the police well 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 aint shook, you see doing the shake
The boss spending ends
Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TVs"
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, its all on me"
Snitch in the back of the police car
Pointing out the window saying, "He robbed me"
Its elementary
1,2,3,4
Lloyd Banks in the house
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, Imma pop it
Im down for a profit
Im ghetto as hell
You cant you tell?
My road dog, under the jail
Getting frustrating mail
So Im drinking and smoking
Thinking and hoping
This cell gon open
You can dance next to me, but dont throw an elbow
Ill throw one back and leave blood on your Shell Toes
Hell no
I aint paying for pleasure
Your pussy dont bring rainbows and pots of treasure
Its every girls dream, to floss with the team
Long on the suine
DVDs on the screen
Blowing on cream
Waiting for you to scheme
You aint gotta know how to read, to spray a magazine
I dont wanna grow up, Imma hustler kid
Gohead and stunt, see I dont pop two your wig
Im artistic, intelligent, so much ability
When I use them big words, your bitch be feeling me
So yall niggas hate me, cause your wives be our groupies
Yall 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 Imma P-I-M-P
So my pockets never be empty
It aint 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 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
Its elementary
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