Elementry Lyrics - No Mercy, No Fear - 50 Cent

(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 

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(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 tips 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 "Ain't a man, shit that's heard." 

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 gas 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 

Photos 

(50 Cent)(Chorus) 

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 champgane, 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 

(Chorus) 

(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 

(Chorus) 

(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