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[50 Cent]
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I'll teach you how to stunt
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My wrists stay rocked up
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My TV's pop up in a Maybach benz
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I'll teach you how to stunt
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Nigga you can't see me
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My bently GT got smoke-gray tints
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I'll teach you how to stunt
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My neck stay blinging, my rims stay gleaming,
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I'm shining man
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I'll teach you how to stunt
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I see you scheming, nigga keep on dreaming,
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I hurt ya mans
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I'll teach you how to stunt
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[50 Cent]
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Seven series BM, Six series benz
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Twenty-four inches, Giovanni rims
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All on one wheel when I'm on one of them
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Ma, that boy out there actin a fool that's him
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They say I've changed man,
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I'm getting paper, I'm flashy
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They like me better
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when I'm fucked up and ashy
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My royalty check's the rebirth
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of Liberace
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Stunt so hard, everybody got to
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watch me
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And I don't really care if it's platinum
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or white gold
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As long as the VS bling, look at that light show
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In the hood they say Fifty man
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your sneaker look white yo
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Just can't believe
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Reebok did a deal with a psycho
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Banks is a sure thing,
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yall niggaz might blow
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I'm fittin to drop that,
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so I suggest you lay low
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Buc, he from Cashville,
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Tenneckee nigga
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Getting them ten of keys,
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save ten for me nigga
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[Lloyd Banks]
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I'm sensing a lot of tension now that I'm rappin
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But the kids used to look up to you, what happened?
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Me on the contrary, hand covered with platinum
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Different color coupes but I'm in love with the black one
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On point, cuz you get R.I.P.'s when slacking
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So the stashbox big enough to squeeze the mack in
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Yeah, I'm fairly new but I demand some respect
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Cuz I already wear your advance on my neck
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I'm fresh off the jet, then I breeze to the beaches
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Blue yankee fitted, G-Unit sneakers
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I already figured out what to do with all my features
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Decorate the basement, full of street sweepers
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When it comes to stuntin' theres nothing you can teach us
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We're in a different time zone, your records don't reach us
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Naww, I ain't here to save the world, just roll up a blunt
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Come with me out front, I'LL TEACH YOU HOW TO STUNT
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[Young Buc]
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Chain so icy, you don't have to like me
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In a throwback jersey, with the throwback nikes
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I know you probably seen me with Cash Money from back in the days
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The only thing changed is the numbers on the range
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I bought me an old school and blew out the brains
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The Roc the Mic tour, I threw off my chain
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My sprewell's spinning man, I'm doing my thing
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And whodi now in trouble now that you in the game
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Come on now, we all know gold is getting old
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The ice in my teeth keep the crystal cold
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G-Unit homie, actin' like yall don't know
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Look, I can't even walk through the mall no more
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I just pull up, get out, and get all the hoes
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They never seen doors lift up on a car before
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Don't be mad at me dog, that's all I know
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That's how to show these fougaisies how it's supposed to go
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Stunt 101
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