Stunt 101

Yeah
Stunt 101 (yeah)

I teach you how to stunt
My wrists stay rocked up, my TV's pop-up in a Maybach Benz
I teach you how to stunt
Nigga, you can't see me, my Bentley GT got smoke-gray tints
I teach you how to stunt
My neck stay blingin', my rims they gleamin', I'm shinin', man
I teach you how to stunt
I see you schemin', nigga, keep on dreamin', I hurt you man
I teach you how to stunt

Seven series BM, six series Benz (uh-huh)
24 inches, Giovanni rims (yeah)
R1 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 gettin' paper, I'm flashy (uh)
They like me better when I'm fucked up and ashy
My royalty check's the rebirth of Liberace
Stunt so hard, e'rybody gotta watch me

And I don't really care if it's platinum or white gold
Long as the VS blin', look at that light show
In the hood they say, "50, man, your sneaker look right yo
Just can't believe Reebok did a deal with a psycho"
Banks is a sure thing, y'all niggas might blow
I'm finna drop that, so I suggest you lay low
Buck, he from Cashville, ten-a-key nigga
We gettin' them ten-a-key, save ten for me nigga

I teach you how to stunt
My wrists stay rocked up, my TV's pop-up in a Maybach Benz
I teach you how to stunt
Nigga, you can't see me, my Bentley GT got smoke-gray tints
I teach you how to stunt
My neck stay blingin', my rims they gleamin', I'm shinin', man
I teach you how to stunt
I see you schemin', nigga, keep on dreamin', I hurt ya man
I teach you how to stunt

I'm sensin' a lot of tension now that I'm rapping
But the kids used to look up to you, what happened?
Me on the contrary, hand covered with platinum (uh)
Different color 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 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 nothin' you could teach us
We're in a different time zone, your records don't reach us, nah
I ain't here to save the world, just roll up a blunt
Come with me out front, I teach you how to stunt!

I teach you how to stunt
My wrists stay rocked up, my TV's pop-up in a Maybach Benz
I teach you how to stunt
Nigga, you can't see me, my Bentley GT got smoke-gray tints
I teach you how to stunt
My neck stay blingin', my rims they gleamin', I'm shinin', man
I teach you how to stunt
I see you schemin', nigga, keep on dreamin', I hurt ya man
I teach you how to stunt

Chain so icy, you don't have to like me
In a throwback jersey, with the throwback Nikes (what!)
I know you probably seen me with Cash Money from back in the days
The only thin' changed is the numbers on the Range (c'mon!)
I bought me an old school and blew out the brains (boaw!)
The Roc the Mic tour, I threw off my chain (boaw!)
My Sprewell's spinnin' man, I'm doin' my thing
And Whodi now in trouble now that you in the game (uh)

Come on now, we all know gold is gettin' old (yeah)
The ice in my teeth keep the Crystal cold (bling!)
G-Unit homie, actin' like y'all don't know
Look, I can't even walk through the mall no more (oh!)
I just pull up, get out, and get all the hos
They never seen doors lift up on a car before
Don't be mad at me, dawg, that's all I know
That's how to show these fugazies how it's 'posed to go, yeah

I teach you how to stunt
My wrists stay rocked up, my TV's pop-up in a Maybach Benz
I teach you how to stunt
Nigga, you can't see me, my Bentley GT got smoke-gray tints
I teach you how to stunt
My neck stay blingin', my rims stay gleamin', I'm shinin', man
I teach you how to stunt
I see you schemin', nigga, keep on dreamin', I hurt ya man
I teach you how to stunt (ah)



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Charles Lloyd, Curtis James Jackson, David Darnell Brown, Denaun M. Porter
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