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Track:Stunt 101
Date Added:18/10/2007
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[50 Cent]
I'll teach you how to stunt
My wrists stay rocked up
TV's pop up in a Maybach benz
I'll teach you how to stunt
Nigga you can't see me
bently GT got smoke-gray tints
I'll teach you how to stunt
My neck stay blinging, my rims
stay gleaming, I'm shining man
I'll teach you how to stunt
I see you scheming, nigga keep
on dreaming, I hurt ya mans
I'll teach you how to stunt

[50 Cent]
Seven series
BM, Six series benz
Twenty-four inches, Giovanni rims
R1 one wheel when I'm on one of them

Ma, that boy out there actin a fool that's him
They say I've changed man, I'm getting
paper, I'm flashy
They like me better when I'm fucked up and ashy
My royalty check's the
rebirth of Liberace
Stunt so hard, everybody got to watch me
And I don't really care if
it's 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 can't believe Reebok did a deal with a
Banks is a sure thing, yall niggaz might blow
I'm 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


[Lloyd Banks]
I'm sensing a lot of tension now that I'm
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,
cuz you get R.I.P.'s when slacking
So the stashbox big enough to squeeze the mack in
I'm fairly new but I demand some respect
Cuz I already wear your advance on my neck
fresh off 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
When it comes to stuntin' theres nothing you can teach us
We're in a different
time zone, your records don't reach us
Naww, I ain't here to save the world, just roll up a
Come with me out front, I'LL TEACH YOU HOW TO STUNT


Chain so icy, you don't have to like me
In a throwback jersey, with the throwback
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
Roc the Mic tour, I threw off my chain
My sprewell's spinning man, I'm doing my thing
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 don't know

Look, I can't even walk through the mall no more
I just pull up, get out, and get all the
They never seen doors lift up on a car before
Don't be mad at me dog, that's all I
That's how to show these fougaisies how it's supposed to go

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