Yea, uh huh, Stunt 101, yeah
(Chorus)(50 Cent)
I teach you how to stunt
My wrist stay rocked
My T.V's pop up in the maybach Beennnnz
I teach you how to stunt
Nigga you can't see me, my Bentley G.T. got smoke grey tinnntz
I teach you how to stunt
My neck stay blingin, my whip stay gleamin, im shinin mannn
I teach you how to stunt
I see you schemin, nigga keep on dreamin, Ill hurt you mannn
(Verse 1)(50 Cent)
7 Series BM, 6 Series Benz
24 inches, Giovanni rimz
All one, one wheel, when I want one of them
Ma, that boy I been actin a fool, thats him
They say I changed man, I'm gettin paper, Im flashy
They like me better when Im fucked up the ass
My boy'll see checks, the re-birth to Liberacci
Stunt so hard, everybody gotta watch me
And I dont really care, if its platinum or white gold
Long as it just BLING!, blingin that light yo
In the hood they say 50 man, yo sneaker look right yo
Just cant believe Reebok did a deal with a psycho
Banks is a sure thing, yall niggaz might blow
Im fendin to drop that, so i suggest you lay low
Buck, he from Cashville, Tennekee nigga
Gettin him to the Keys, safe tip from me to him nigga
(Chorus)
(Verse 2)(Lloyd Banks)
I've been sensin a lot of tension now that I'm rappin,
but the kids used to look up to you, what happened?
Me on the contrary, hand covered with Platinum
Different color Coupes but I'm in love with the black one.
On point, cause you get R.I.P.s when slackin
so the stash box big enough to squeeze the mackin', yeah
I'm fairly new but I demand some respect
cause i already wear your advance on my neck
I'm fresh of the jet then i breeze to the beaches
Blue yankee fitted, G-Unit Sneakers
Already figured out what to do with all my features
decorate the basement, full of street sweepers.
When it comes to stuntin' there ain't nothin' you can teach us,
We're in a different time zone, your records don't reach us, nah
I ain't here to save the world, just roll up a blunt
come with me out front, I'll teach you how to stunt!
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)(Young Buck)
The kid's so icy, you dont have to like me
In a throwback jersey, with the throwback Nike's
I know you probably seen me with Cash Money from back in the days
The only thing changed, is the numbers on the range
I bought me an Old School, and blew out the brains
The Roc the Mic tour, I threw off my chain
My Spreewell's spinnin man, Im doin my thing
And whoadie now in trouble now, its you in the game
Come on now, we all know gold is gettin old
The ice in my teeth keep the Cristal cold
G-Unit homie, actin like ya'll dont know
Look - I cant even walk through the mall no more
I just pull up, get out, and get all the hoes
They never seen doors let up on a car before
Dont be mad at me dawg, thats all I know
Is how to show these fogaysies how its sposed to go
(Chorus) |
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