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 You can see my Bentley G.T. got so great endz 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 dawg 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 Cash, he dont care if you heat him Gettin him to the Keys, safe tip from me to him (Chorus) (Verse 2)(Lloyd Banks) I'm sensin alot of tension, now that Im likened But the kids used to look up to you, what happened We on the contrary hand, covered with platinum Different color Coupes, but Im in love with the black one On point, cuz you thought R.I.P's was slackin So the stash box big enough to squeeze the Mack in Yeah, Im feelin new, but I demand some respect Cuz I already wear your advance on my neck Im fresh off the jet, then I breeze to the beaches Blue Yankee fitted.....G-Unit sneakers I already figured out what to do with all my features Decorate the basement, full of streetsweepers When it comes to stuntin, there's nothin you can teach us We're in a different timezone, your records dont reach us Nah, I aint here to save the world Just roll up a blunt, come with me out front I 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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