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Elementary

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Текст песни 50 Cent - Elementary

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[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

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