Elementary

[Intro: 50 Cent & Scarlett]

(G-Unit!)

A, B

You can't fuck wit me (Uh-huh)

C, D

You [?] them Harlem street (What!)

E, F

Don't talk me to death (Yeah!)

G, H

It's elementary

[Verse 1: Scarlett & 50 Cent]

Picture me rolling Range Rover same color your Air Force Ones (Yeah!)

White on white, ya like?

Red I Flight the night, from L.A. to N.Y I'm Harlem bound (Uh-huh)

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 (Woo!)

I hear 'em whispering "dat ain't a man, shit that's her." ([?])

She roll with them G Unit niggas (Ha ha, ha ha), that's what's up

Disrespect me, I'll have niggas blast ya up

Take my advice, don't let ya peoples gass 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 (Biiiiitch!)

And the police we'll have another crime scene taped up (Uh-huh)

Jim Star cross yo head

Give your ass a shape-up

Uptown niggas known for the money they make

Eybody ain't shook, you see doin' the shake (Wuhhh!)

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

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

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks & 50 Cent]

One, two, three, four

(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', I'mma pop it, I'm down for a profit, I'm ghetto as hell, you can't tell?

My road dog, under the jail

I'm getting frustrated mail so I'm drinking and smoking

Thinking and hoping his cell gon' open

You can dance next to me but don't throw a elbow

I throw one back and leave yo [?] on yo Shell Toe, hell no

I ain't payin' for pleasure, your pussy don't bring rainbows and pots of treasure

It's every girls dream to floss with the team

Long limousine, DVD's on the screen

Blowin' on cream, waiting for ya to scheme

You ain't gotta know how to read to spray a magazine

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

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

[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]

I don't wanna grow up

I'mma hustler kid, go 'head and stunt and see I don't pop two your wig

I'm artistic, intelligent, so much ability, when I use them big words your bitch be feelin' 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 blowin' a sticky

Or catch me on the dancefloor feelin' some titties

Sex sells, so I'mma P-I-M-P

So my pockets never be empty

It ain't no problem to 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

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

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

[Outro: 50 Cent]

Cat in the house go "meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow"

Bird in the cage go "Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet"

It's elementary