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      Album: Fifty's Finest -Underground & Unrelease

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      50 Cent - Elementary Música y Letra

      F/ g-unit, scarlett
      [50 cent] g unit!
      [50 cent] a, b
      [scarlett] you can't fuck 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
      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 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
      [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]
      [50 cent]
      lloyd banks' 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 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 pussy 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 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 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 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
      it's elementary

      50 Cent - Elementary Música y Letra



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