[Chorus] [50 Cent] Ill teach you how to stunt My wrists stay rocked up My TVs pop up in a Maybach benz Ill teach you how to stunt Nigga you cant see me My bently GT got smoke gray rims Ill teach you how to stunt My neck stay blinging, my rims stay gleaming, Im shining man Ill teach you how to stunt I see you scheming, nigga keep on dreaming, I hurt ya mans Ill teach you how to stunt [50 Cent] Seven series BM, Six series benz Twenty-four inches, Giovanni rims All on one wheel when Im on one of them Ma, that boy out there actin a fool thats him They say Ive changed man, Im getting paper, Im flashy They like me better when Im fucked up and ashy My royalty checks the rebirth of Liberace Stunt so hard, everybody got to watch me And I dont really care if its platinum or white gold As long as the VS bling, look at that light show In the hood they say Fifty man your sneaker look white yo Just cant believe Reebok did a deal with a psycho Banks is a sure thing, yall niggaz might blow Im fittin to drop that, so I suggest you lay low Buc, he from Cashville, Tenneckee nigga Getting them ten of keys, save ten for me nigga [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] Im sensing a lot of tension now that Im rappin But the kids used to look up to you, what happened? Me on the contrary hand covered with platinum. Different color coupes but Im in love with the black one On point, cuz you get R.I.P.s when slacking So the stashbox big enough to squeeze the mack in Yeah, Im fairly 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 street sweepers When it comes to stuntin theres nothing you can teach us Were in a different time zone, your records dont reach us Naww, I aint here to save the world, just roll up a blunt Come with me out front, ILL TEACH YOU HOW TO STUNT [Chorus] [Young Buc] Chain so icy, you dont have to like me In a throwback jersey, with the throwback nikes 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 sprewells spinning man, Im doing my thing And whodi now in trouble now that you in the game Come on now, we all know gold is getting old The ice in my teeth keep the crystal cold G-Unit homie, actin like yall 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 lift up on a car before Dont be mad at me dog, thats all I know Thats how to show these fougaisies how its supposed to go [Chorus]
Artist: G-Unit 50 Cent
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