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                    [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 bently 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

                    [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 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 psycho



                      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

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                    [Lloyd Banks]



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



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



                      Me on the corner, (????), 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



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



                      Cuz 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' 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 blunt



                      Come with me out front, I'LL TEACH 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 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 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

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