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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Buck
Young Buck
Vocals
50 Cent
50 Cent
Vocals
Lloyd Banks
Lloyd Banks
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Curtis James Jackson
Curtis James Jackson
Songwriter
Christopher Lloyd
Christopher Lloyd
Songwriter
David Brown
David Brown
Songwriter
Denaun Porter
Denaun Porter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Denaun Porter
Denaun Porter
Producer
Pat "Pat 'Em Down" Viala
Pat "Pat 'Em Down" Viala
Mixing Engineer
Josh McDonnel
Josh McDonnel
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah
Uh, huh
Stunt 101
[Chorus]
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
****, you can't see me
My Bentley GT got smoke-gray tints
I'll teach you how to stunt
My neck stay blinging, my rims, they gleaming, I'm shining man
I'll teach you how to stunt
I see you scheming, ****, keep on dreaming, I'll hurt ya, man
I'll teach you how to stunt
[Verse 2]
Seven series BM, six series Benz
Twenty-four inches, Giovanni rims
R1 one wheel when I'm on one of them
Ma, that boy out there acting 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, e'ybody 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, "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 **** might blow
I'm fin to drop that, so I suggest you lay low
Buck, he from Cashville, Ten-a-key ****
We getting them ten a ki', save ten for me, ****
[Chorus]
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
****, you can't see me
My Bentley GT got smoke-gray tints
I'll teach you how to stunt
My neck stay blinging, my rims, they gleaming, I'm shining man
I'll teach you how to stunt
I see you scheming, ****, keep on dreaming, I'll hurt ya, man
I'll teach you how to stunt
[Verse 3]
I'm sensing 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
Different color coupes, but I'm in love with the black one
On point, cause you get R.I.P.'s when slacking
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 stunting there's nothing you can 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'll teach you how to stunt
[Chorus]
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
****, you can't see me
My Bentley GT got smoke-gray tints
I'll teach you how to stunt
My neck stay blinging, my rims, they gleaming, I'm shining man
I'll teach you how to stunt
I see you scheming, ****, keep on dreaming, I'll hurt ya, man
I'll teach you how to stunt
[Verse 4]
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 Cristal cold
G-Unit homie, acting 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 stand up on a car before
Don't be mad at me, dog, that's all I know
That's how to show these fugazies how it's supposed to go, yeah
[Chorus]
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
****, you can't see me
My Bentley GT got smoke-gray tints
I'll teach you how to stunt
My neck stay blinging, my rims, they gleaming, I'm shining man
I'll teach you how to stunt
I see you scheming, ****, keep on dreaming, I'll hurt ya, man
I'll teach you how to stunt
Written by: C. Lloyd, Curtis James Jackson, D Brown
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