G-unit Stunt 101 (feat 50 Cent) Lyrics

Stunt 101 (feat 50 Cent) Lyrics

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







(Chorus)







(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)