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[Young Buc]
[Chorus]
Come with me out front, I'LL TEACH YOU HOW TO STUNT
Naww, I ain't here to save the world, just roll up a blunt
We're in a different time zone, your records don't reach us
When it comes to stuntin' theres nothing you can teach us
Decorate the basement, full of street sweepers
I already figured out what to do with all my features
Blue yankee fitted, G-Unit sneakers
I'm fresh off the jet, then I breeze to the beaches
Cuz I already wear your advance on my neck
Yeah, I'm fairly new but I demand some respect
So the stashbox big enough to squeeze the mack in
On point, cuz you get R.I.P.'s when slacking
Different color coupes but I'm in love with the black one
Me on the contrary, hand covered with platinum
But the kids used to look up to you, what happened?
I'm sensing a lot of tension now that I'm rappin
[Lloyd Banks]
[Chorus]
Getting them ten of keys, save ten for me nigga
Buc, he from Cashville, Tenneckee nigga
I'm fittin to drop that, so I suggest you lay low
Banks is a sure thing, yall niggaz might blow
Just can't believe Reebok did a deal with a psycho
In the hood they say Fifty man your sneaker look white yo
As long as the VS bling, look at that light show
And I don't really care if it's platinum or white gold
Stunt so hard, everybody got to watch me
My royalty check's the rebirth of Liberace
They like me better when I'm fucked up and ashy
They say I've changed man, I'm getting paper, I'm flashy
Ma, that boy out there actin a fool that's him
All on one wheel when I'm on one of them
Twenty-four inches, Giovanni rims
Seven series BM, Six series benz
[50 Cent]
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
My neck stay blinging, my rims stay gleaming, I'm shining man
I'll teach you how to stunt
My bently GT got smoke-gray tints
Nigga you can't see me
I'll teach you how to stunt
My TV's pop up in a Maybach benz
My wrists stay rocked up
[50 Cent]
I'll teach you how to stunt
[Chorus]
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 let 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]
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