[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 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