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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 and ashy My royalty checks the rebirth to Liberace Stunt so hard, everybody gotta watch me And I dont really care, if it's platinum or white gold Long as it's VS, BLING!, look at that light show In the hood they say 50 man, your sneaker look right yo Just cant believe Reebok did a deal with a psycho Banks is a sure thing, yall niggaz might blow Im finna drop that, so i suggest you lay low Buck, he from Cash, still tend a ki nigga He gettin em ten a piece, save ten fo me nigga (Chorus) (Verse 2)(Lloyd Banks) I've been sensin a lot of tension now that I'm rappin, but the kids used to look up to you, what happened? Me on the contrary, hand covered with Platinum Different colour Coupes but I'm in love with the black one. On point, cause you get R.I.P.s when slackin so the stash box big enough to squeeze the mac, and yeah I'm fairly new but I demand some respect cause i already wear your advance on my neck I'm fresh of 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 sweepers. When it comes to stuntin' there ain't nothin' you can teach us, We're in a different time zone, your records don't reach us, naw 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! (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, it's all I know Is how to show these fougaisies how its sposed to go (Chorus) |
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Woo wooo
Haha G unit! We got those semi automatics And we got them revolvers We those niggaz that you should get at If you got a problem When those hollow tips hit 'em Man that should solve 'em We got the lugers with rugers and m1s and they all for sale Got that 9mm got that 10mm Got that little duece duece and they all for sale Got that old trey pound Got that new fore pound Nigga use once or twice and they all for sale [Verse One] I'm the reason those things in my hood go BANG I got that trey duece I call that, my nigga behave 16 gage in case these niggaz wanna get crazy When a sawed off Hit your body parts they fall off You get hit in the leg Man you can't even crawl off When that AK switch that automatic to spray Everybody out this bitch could get hit with a stray I got silences and scoops Military issue pistols holla at me Whatever you need homie I can get you Nickname rubber grips hollow tips extra clips You dont want your shit to jam Better buy a cleaning kit Teflon, kevlar, need to wrap it round your chest You pop off they pop back and you get left a bloody mess Mac 11 mac 10 time for some action Dump a clip out this bitch and see how niggaz act then Got guns and ammo they all for sale Clips included you're responsible for your bail We got those semi automatics And we got those revolvers We that niggaz that you should get at If you got a problem When those hollow tips hit 'em Man that should solve 'em We got the lugers with rugers and m1s and they all for sale Got that 9mm got that 10mm Got that little duece duece and they all for sale Got that old trey pound Got that new fore pound Nigga use once or twice and they all for sale G stand for GANGSTER UNIT stand for U Niggaz in trouble Better lock and load on the double G Unit!! [Verse Two] Fresh out the box 40 cali glock, calico 20 shot Streetsweepers clear the block Im that n*gga n*ggaz call when those shots pop Take 'em to my grandmoms basement Show 'em what I got, look I got three 380s a tech and two m1's Ice came through on some shit and bought him one Them young boys from the projects crazy He was kissing on the toast and saying thats my baby Buck came through saying "50 show me some love" Sold him a dub dub something he can sneak in the club Gave him some shells for that trey 8 snub He gave me some bud I gave him a pound, gave me a hug Love, its love I take it back to the NWA days Fuck Jay my CD's raise the crime rate in the Troy state Got some rugers, some sigs, some colts My nigga for real. Holla at the kid for real We got those semi automatics And we got those revolvers We that niggaz that you should get at If you got a problem When those hollow tips hit 'em Man that should solve 'em We got the lugers with rugers and m1s and they all for sale Got that 9mm got that 10mm Got that little duece duece and they all for sale Got that old trey pound Got that new fore pound Nigga use once or twice and they all for sale |
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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 and ashy My royalty checks the rebirth to Liberace Stunt so hard, everybody gotta watch me And I dont really care, if it's platinum or white gold Long as it's VS, BLING!, look at that light show In the hood they say 50 man, your sneaker look right yo Just cant believe Reebok did a deal with a psycho Banks is a sure thing, yall niggaz might blow Im finna drop that, so i suggest you lay low Buck, he from Cash, still tend a ki nigga He gettin em ten a piece, save ten fo me nigga (Chorus) (Verse 2)(Lloyd Banks) I've been sensin a lot of tension now that I'm rappin, but the kids used to look up to you, what happened? Me on the contrary, hand covered with Platinum Different colour Coupes but I'm in love with the black one. On point, cause you get R.I.P.s when slackin so the stash box big enough to squeeze the mac, and yeah I'm fairly new but I demand some respect cause i already wear your advance on my neck I'm fresh of 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 sweepers. When it comes to stuntin' there ain't nothin' you can teach us, We're in a different time zone, your records don't reach us, naw 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! (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, it's all I know Is how to show these fougaisies how its sposed to go (Chorus) |
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