50 Cent / No Mercy, No Fear / ElementryMore songs from this artist[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 elementryd 50 Cent The Massacre (2005) Get Rich Or Die Tryin´ (2003) Guess Who´s Back? (2002) No Mercy, No Fear (2002) |
