G-Unit was founded shortly after 50 Cent left Columbia Records. The original members were: 50 Cent, Bang Em Smurf, Domination, Lloyd Banks, Sha Money XL & Tony Yayo. These rappers collectively established the group as a whole in 2000; however, after Yayo got a prison sentence 50 Cent signed Young Buck and along with himself and Banks became the three faces of G-Unit. Smurf and Domination left the group due to some problems with the General, 50 Cent.
After being shot, 50 Cent signed to Interscope Records. Due to the success of his commercial debut album, Get Rich or Die Tryin', he was granted his own record label. This was when 50 and Sha Money XL founded G-Unit Records.
The group continued to work hard and released several mixtape series which earned them a lot of attention in the rap industry. The most prominent of these being 50 Cent Is the Future, God's Plan, No Mercy, No Fear and Automatic Gunfire. G-Unit have also started a mixtape series with their DJ, DJ Whoo Kid, called G-Unit Radio.
These mixtapes gave them a gigantic buzz throughout New York City, which eventually led to 50's first solo album Get Rich or Die Tryin' selling over 12 million copies.
Before the group had a chance to record its debut album, Tony Yayo was sentenced to prison for a gun-possession charge as well as bail-jumping. During Tony Yayo's prison sentence, the group signed Nashville rapper, Young Buck. They continued their activity, working on yet more mixtape recordings. In particular, their 'G-Unit Remix' to 50 Cent's "P.I.M.P." was successful.
During Tony Yayo's prison sentence, G-Unit recorded their debut album, Beg for Mercy. The album was quickly released on November 14, 2003 to combat bootlegging and had significant commercial success. Tony Yayo made only two appearances on the album, both on songs that were recorded before his arrest. The album peaked at #2 on the Billboard charts and sold over 4 million units.
50 Cent later went on to sign The Game, Mobb Deep, M.O.P., Olivia, Spider Loc andMase. The Game was asked to be put in the group by Dr. Dre and Jimmy Iovine. 50 Cent agreed, and gave 7 of his records which was supposed to go on his second LP The Massacre. After The Game went on the radio and said that he had no problems with some rappers 50 Cent had issues with, 50 felt that Game was disloyal and kicked him out of the group, which lead to the infamous G-Unit vs. The Game/Black Wallstreet meet and beat off.
Elementry
G-Unit Lyrics
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[50 Cent] A, be
[Scarlett] You can't fuck with me
[50 Cent] see, D
[Scarlett] We from the Harlem streets
[50 Cent] E, F
[Scarlett] Don't talk me to death
[50 Cent] G, H
[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 flick, 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
The song "Elementary" by G-Unit, featuring 50 Cent, Scarlett, Lloyd Banks, and Tony Yayo, is all about living the high life as gangsters from the Harlem streets. Each artist has their own verse, and they all rap about different aspects of their lifestyle. Scarlett kicks the song off by describing her Range Rover, then goes on to talk about her dominance over other women and her relationship with the G-Unit crew. Lloyd Banks follows with a verse about his experiences in jail and his desire to live the good life. Tony Yayo raps about his intelligence and charisma, which he claims make him irresistible to women. Finally, 50 Cent wraps up the song with a few animal sounds and the repeated refrain that it's "elementary."
The unique feature of "Elementary" is that the lyrics are constructed in alphabetical order. Each artist starts their verse with a letter, and they go through the entire alphabet by the end of the song. This is a clever way to structure the lyrics and adds a layer of complexity to the song. The song's hook talks about the different types of people you might encounter in a club, from ballers to snitches in the police station.
Line by Line Meaning
G Unit!
This is G Unit!
A, be
We're going to take you through the alphabet
You can't fuck with me
I'm untouchable
see, D
We're still going through the alphabet
We from the Harlem streets
We are from the tough Harlem streets
E, F
Still going through the alphabet
Don't talk me to death
Don't waste my time with small talk
G, H
Continuing with the alphabet
It's elementary
It's easy to see and understand
Picture me rolling Range Rover
Imagine me cruising in a Range Rover
Same color your Air Force Ones
It's the same color as your shoes
White on white, ya like?
Do you like all-white everything?
Red I flight the night
I fly overnight to get to where I need to be
From L.A. to N.Y.
Traveling from LA to NYC
I'm Harlem bound
I'm heading back to Harlem
You see how bitches tense up, when Scarlett 'round
You can notice how other women get uncomfortable when I enter the room
Niggas get the heart to holla while we up in the club
Guys have courage to approach me while I'm in the club
But get intimidated when they see me sitting on dubs
But then get intimidated when they see me with my fancy cars (dubs)
I hear 'em whispering " dat ain't a man, shit that's her."
I hear people whispering that I don't look like a man, I look like a woman
She roll with them G Unit niggas, that's what's up
They acknowledge the fact that I'm with G Unit
Disrespect me, I'll have niggas blast ya up
If you disrespect me, my crew will take care of you
Take my advice, don't let ya peoples grass ya up
Don't trust the people you know, they may snitch on you
I got a fetish for the chips
I have a strong desire for money
20's for the six
I have 20 inch rims on my car
Hollows for the clips
I have hollow point bullets for my guns
Try me, if you think I'm playing bitch
Challenge me if you think I'm joking
And the police we'll have another crime scene taker
If you cross me, the police will be cleaning up after your murder
Jim Star crush your head, give your ass a shape-up
Jim Star is going to hurt you pretty bad
Uptown niggas known for the money they make
People from uptown are known for making a lot of money
Everybody ain't shook, you see doing the shake
Not everyone is scared, you can see some people dancing confidently
The boss spending ends
The boss is spending money
Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TV's"
He wants a fancy car with rims and TVs
The snitch in the precinct saying
The informant in the police station is saying
"He sell X, he sell techs, and he sell D"
That guy is selling drugs
The balla by the bar saying,
The rich guy by the bar is saying
"Everybody drink, the best champagne, it's all on me"
I'm buying drinks for everyone, let's party
Snitch in the back of the police car
The informant in the back of the police car
Pointing out the window saying, "He robbed me"
He's accusing someone of robbing him
It's elementary
It's easy to understand what's happening
Lloyd Banks' in the house
Lloyd Banks is present
Now get the fuck on the floor
Get down on the floor
I slid through the front door
I quietly entered through the front door
With the 9 and the velour
I have a gun and a velvet tracksuit
A cal in my pocket
I have a gun in my pocket
You wil', I'mma pop it
You act up, I'll shoot
I'm down for a profit
I'm willing to do whatever it takes for money
I'm ghetto as hell
I'm really, really ghetto
You can't you tell?
Isn't it obvious?
My road dog, under the jail
My friend is in jail
Getting frustrating mail
He is receiving frustrating letters
So I'm drinking and smoking
I'm coping with alcohol and cigarettes
Thinking and hoping
I'm thinking and hoping for better days
This cell gon' open
I'm hoping to get out of jail soon
You can dance next to me, but don't throw an elbow
You can dance next to me, but don't hit me
I'll throw one back and leave blood on your Shell Toes
I'll hit you back and make your shoes bloody
Hell no
Absolutely not
I ain't paying for pleasure
I'm not going to pay you for sex
Your pussy don't bring rainbows and pots of treasure
Sex with you won't make me rich or happy
It's every girl's dream, to floss with the team
Every girl wants to hang out with us and show off
Long on the suine
I have a lot of money
DVD's on the screen
I have DVDs playing on my TV
Blowing on cream
I'm smoking marijuana
Waiting for you to scheme
I'm waiting for you to make a plan
You ain't gotta know how to flick, to spray a magazine
You don't have to be a professional to shoot a gun
I don't wanna grow up, I'mma hustler kid
I'm a hustler and I'm not maturing
Go'head and stunt, see I don't pop two your wig
You can try to show off, but I won't hesitate to shoot you
I'm artistic, intelligent, so much ability
I'm creative and smart with a lot of potential
When I use them big words, your bitch be feeling me
When I use complex vocabulary, your girlfriend is impressed with me
So ya'll niggas hate me, 'cause your wives be our groupies
You guys hate me because your wives are attracted to us
Ya'll irritate me, like loud people in the movies
You guys are annoying, like loud people in the movies
Fall back, matter fact back down
Get lost, back off
'Cause I just passed security without no pat down
I just went through security without getting searched
You can catch me in the bathroom blowing a sticky
You can find me smoking marijuana in the bathroom
Or catch me on the dancefloor feeling some tits
Or you could see me dancing while touching breasts
Sex sells, so I'mma P-I-M-P
Sex is lucrative, so I'm a pimp
So my pockets never be empty
I'm always making money
It ain't no problem, we scoop them models
No issue, we get the attractive women
We got condoms, coups, and lavish condos
We have condoms, fancy cars, and nice condos
50 got me getting ass like I never did
50 Cent is helping me get women like never before
So when I step in the club, hoes love the kid
So when I enter the club, girls are attracted to me
The cat in the house go
The cat in the house says
Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow
Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow
The bird in the cage go
The bird in the cage says
Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet
Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
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Nyeka Page
She killed her part... this the shit i grew up on 💪💪😜
Matt Bauer
Like 50 didn’t write that verse for her lol
Nav Collects
Shout out to all the REAL g unit fans listening to this banger
CAMILO HENRIQUEZ
Classic 50!! G-unit!!On the E train and J train now bumping that base in my whip like it’s 2002!! 2020 Jamaica queens!! Fuego!!! 🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽
Jesse Asante
This mixtape was 🔥🔥🔥
BORNJOMO
this joint FIRE on so many levels......
ToneBeats86
50 and Banks had the best hooks ever 😂😂😂
Gracie Ayala
2023 and still bumping this
Andrew
Snitch in the precint sayin He sell X, he sell Tecs, and he sell D
Snitch in the back of the police car pointin' out the window sayin he robbed me....
#ItsElememtary
YL16
Damn this shi goes hard