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[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 bently gt got smoke-gray tints 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 [Chorus:] [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 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 stashbox 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 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 [Chorus:] [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 [Chorus:]
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