[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 Bentley GT got smoke-gray tints.
I'll teach you how to stunt,
My neck stay blingin', my rims stay gleamin', I'm shinin', man!
I'll teach you how to stunt,
I see you schemin', nigga, keep on dreamin', I hurt ya mans,
I'll teach you how to stunt.
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Seven series BM, six series Benz,
Twenty-four inches, Giovanna rims,
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 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, y'all niggas might blow,
I'm finna to 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!
[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 Bentley GT got smoke-gray tints.
I'll teach you how to stunt,
My neck stay blingin', my rims stay gleamin', I'm shinin', man!
I'll teach you how to stunt,
I see you schemin', nigga, keep on dreamin', I hurt ya mans,
I'll teach you how to stunt.
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
I'm 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 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 nothing 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: 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 Bentley GT got smoke-gray tints.
I'll teach you how to stunt,
My neck stay blingin', my rims stay gleamin', I'm shinin', man!
I'll teach you how to stunt,
I see you schemin', nigga, keep on dreamin', I hurt ya mans,
I'll teach you how to stunt.
[Verse 3: Young Buck]
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 Sprewells spinnin', man, I'm doin' my thing,
And who di now in trouble now that 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 y'all 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, dawg, that's all I know,
That's how to show these fugazi, how it's supposed to go.
[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 Bentley GT got smoke-gray tints.
I'll teach you how to stunt,
My neck stay blingin', my rims stay gleamin', I'm shinin', man!
I'll teach you how to stunt,
I see you schemin', nigga, keep on dreamin', I hurt ya mans,
I'll teach you how to stunt.
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