G-unit Stunt 101 (g-unit) Lyrics

Stunt 101 (g-unit) Lyrics

[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 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







[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 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







[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]