Stunt 101 (cookin Soul Remix) Lyrics - G-unit

[Chorus] 

[50 Cent] 

I'll teach you how to stunt 

My wrists stay rocked up 

My TV's pop up in a Maybach Benz 

I'll teach you how to stunt 

Nigga you can't see me 

My Bentley GT got smoke gray rims 

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 

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[50 Cent] 

Seven series BM, Six series Benz 

Twenty-four inches, Giovanni rims 

All on one wheel when I'm on one of them 

Ma, that boy out there acting 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 psycho 

Banks is a sure thing, y'all niggas might blow 

I'm fitting 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 

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[Chorus] 

[Lloyd Banks] 

I'm sensing a lot of tension now that I'm rapping 

But the kids used to look up to you, what happened? 

Me on the corner contrary hand covered with platinum 

Different color coupes but I'm in love with the black one 

On point, 'cause you get R.I.P.'s when slacking 

So the stash box big enough to squeeze the mack in 

Yeah, I'm fairly new but I demand some respect 

'cause I already wear your advance on my neck 

I'm 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' there's nothing you can teach us 

We're in a different time zone, your records don't reach us 

No, I ain't here to save the world, just roll up a blunt 

Come with me out front, I'll tech you how to stunt 

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[Young Buc] 

Chain so icy, you don't 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 sprewell's spinning man, I'm 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 y'all don't know 

Look, I can't 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 

Don't be mad at me dog, that's all I know 

That's how to show these fougaisies how it's supposed to go 

[Chorus]