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. [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]. 1234. [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 limousine. 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