Yea, uh huh, Stunt 101, yeah



(Chorus)(50 Cent)



I teach you how to stunt

My wrist stay rocked

My T.V's pop up in the maybach Beennnnz

I teach you how to stunt

You can see my Bentley G.T. got so great endz

I teach you how to stunt

My neck stay blingin, my whip stay gleamin, im shinin mannn

I teach you how to stunt

I see you schemin, nigga keep on dreamin, Ill hurt you mannn



(Verse 1)(50 Cent)

7 Series BM, 6 Series Benz

24 inches, Giovanni rimz

All one, one wheel, when I want one of them

Ma, that boy I been actin a fool, thats him

They say I changed man, I'm gettin paper, Im flashy

They like me better when Im fucked up the ass

My boy'll see checks, the re-birth to Liberacci

Stunt so hard, everybody gotta watch me

And I dont really care, if its platinum or white dawg

Long as it just BLING!, blingin that light yo

In the hood they say 50 man, yo sneaker look right yo

Just cant believe Reebok did a deal with a psycho

Banks is a sure thing, yall niggaz might blow

Im fendin to drop that, so i suggest you lay low

Buck, he from Cash, he dont care if you heat him

Gettin him to the Keys, safe tip from me to him



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(Verse 2)(Lloyd Banks)

I'm sensin alot of tension, now that Im likened

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

We on the contrary hand, covered with platinum

Different color Coupes, but Im in love with the black one

On point, cuz you thought R.I.P's was slackin

So the stash box big enough to squeeze the Mack in

Yeah, Im feelin new, but I demand some respect

Cuz I already wear your advance on my neck

Im 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 streetsweepers

When it comes to stuntin, there's nothin you can teach us

We're in a different timezone, your records dont reach us

Nah, I aint here to save the world

Just roll up a blunt, come with me out front

I teach you how to stunt!



(Chorus)



(Verse 3)(Young Buck)

The kid's so icy, you dont have to like me

In a throwback jersey, with the throwback Nike's

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 Spreewell's spinnin man, Im doin my thing

And whoadie now in trouble now, its you in the game

Come on now, we all know gold is gettin old

The ice in my teeth keep the Cristal cold

G-Unit homie, actin like ya'll dont know

Look - I cant even walk through the mall no more

I just pull up, get out, and get all the hoes

They never seen doors let up on a car before

Dont be mad at me dawg, thats all I know

Is how to show these fogaysies how its sposed to go



(Chorus)