[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      [Scarlett]   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]   1,2,3,4   [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      [Hook]      [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      [Hook]      [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