50 Cent - Stunt 101 Lyrics
Yea, uh huh, Stunt 101, yeah(Chorus)(50 Cent)I teach you how to stuntMy wrist stay rockedMy T.V's pop up in the maybach BeennnnzI teach you how to stuntYou can see my Bentley G.T. got so great endzI teach you how to stuntMy neck stay blingin, my whip stay gleamin, im shinin mannnI teach you how to stuntI see you schemin, nigga keep on dreamin, Ill hurt you mannn(Verse 1)(50 Cent)7 Series BM, 6 Series Benz24 inches, Giovanni rimzAll one, one wheel, when I want one of themMa, that boy I been actin a fool, thats himThey say I changed man, I'm gettin paper, Im flashyThey like me better when Im *****ed up the assMy boy'll see checks, the re-birth to LiberacciStunt so hard, everybody gotta watch meAnd I dont really care, if its platinum or white dawgLong as it just BLING!, blingin that light yoIn the hood they say 50 man, yo sneaker look right yoJust cant believe Reebok did a deal with a psychoBanks is a sure thing, yall niggaz might blowIm fendin to drop that, so i suggest you lay lowBuck, he from Cash, he dont care if you heat himGettin him to the Keys, safe tip from me to him(Chorus)(Verse 2)(Lloyd Banks)I'm sensin alot of tension, now that Im likenedBut the kids used to look up to you, what happenedWe on the contrary hand, covered with platinumDifferent color Coupes, but Im in love with the black oneOn point, cuz you thought R.I.P's was slackinSo the stash box big enough to squeeze the Mack inYeah, Im feelin new, but I demand some respectCuz I already wear your advance on my neckIm 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 streetsweepersWhen it comes to stuntin, there's nothin you can teach usWe're in a different timezone, your records dont reach usNah, I aint here to save the worldJust roll up a blunt, come with me out frontI teach you how to stunt!(Chorus)(Verse 3)(Young Buck)The kid's so icy, you dont have to like meIn a throwback jersey, with the throwback Nike'sI 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 Spreewell's spinnin man, Im doin my thingAnd whoadie now in trouble now, its you in the gameCome on now, we all know gold is gettin oldThe ice in my teeth keep the Cristal coldG-Unit homie, actin like ya'll dont knowLook - I cant even walk through the mall no moreI just pull up, get out, and get all the hoesThey never seen doors let up on a car beforeDont be mad at me dawg, thats all I knowIs how to show these fogaysies how its sposed to go(Chorus)
