G-Unit - Stunt 101 Lyrics
[Chorus][50 Cent]I'll teach you how to stuntMy wrists stay rocked upMy TV's pop up in a Maybach benzI'll teach you how to stuntNigga you can't see meMy bently GT got smoke-gray tintsI'll teach you how to stuntMy neck stay blinging, my rims stay gleaming, I'm shining manI'll teach you how to stuntI see you scheming, nigga keep on dreaming, I hurt ya mansI'll teach you how to stunt[50 Cent]Seven series BM, Six series benzTwenty-four inches, Giovanni rimsAll on one wheel when I'm on one of themMa, that boy out there actin a fool that's himThey say I've changed man, I'm getting paper, I'm flashyThey like me better when I'm *****ed up and ashyMy royalty check's the rebirth of LiberaceStunt so hard, everybody got to watch meAnd I don't really care if it's platinum or white goldAs long as the VS bling, look at that light showIn the hood they say Fifty man your sneaker look white yoJust can't believe Reebok did a deal with a psychoBanks is a sure thing, yall niggaz might blowI'm fittin to drop that, so I suggest you lay lowBuc, he from Cashville, Tenneckee niggaGetting them ten of keys, save ten for me nigga[Chorus][Lloyd Banks]I'm sensing a lot of tension now that I'm rappinBut the kids used to look up to you, what happened?Me on the contrary, hand covered with platinumDifferent color coupes but I'm in love with the black oneOn point, cuz you get R.I.P.'s when slackingSo the stashbox big enough to squeeze the mack inYeah, I'm fairly new but I demand some respectCuz I already wear your advance on my neckI'm fresh off the jet, then I breeze to the beachesBlue yankee fitted, G-Unit sneakersI already figured out what to do with all my featuresDecorate the basement, full of street sweepersWhen it comes to stuntin' theres nothing you can teach usWe're in a different time zone, your records don't reach usNaww, I ain't here to save the world, just roll up a bluntCome with me out front, I'LL TEACH YOU HOW TO STUNT[Chorus][Young Buc]Chain so icy, you don't have to like meIn a throwback jersey, with the throwback nikesI know you probably seen me with Cash Money from back in the daysThe only thing changed is the numbers on the rangeI bought me an old school and blew out the brainsThe Roc the Mic tour, I threw off my chainMy sprewell's spinning man, I'm doing my thingAnd whodi now in trouble now that you in the gameCome on now, we all know gold is getting oldThe ice in my teeth keep the crystal coldG-Unit homie, actin' like yall don't knowLook, I can't even walk through the mall no moreI just pull up, get out, and get all the hoesThey never seen a dog setup on a car beforeDon't be mad at me dog, that's all I knowThat's how to show these fougaisies how it's supposed to go[Chorus]
