[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
