G-Unit - Stunt 101 Paroles  / Lyrics

G G G, G G G-Unit 
No peace talks, no white flags 
No mercy, I'm gettin yo ass 

[50 Cent] 
Niggas done heard about my click how we stay wit the toastas 
Blood in, blood out, la kostra nostra 
You don't wanna bang wit the best 
I'll have Doc removin fragments from your chest 
They say God's a forgivin' man, I hope he forgive 
Thirty shells I let off don't curse my kid 
They say Fifty done blew up, Fifty you changed 
Nigga you stunt, I pull out 
And you see I'm that same nigga that when he start to roar 
I think he's flyin 
Eight outta eight on movin targets 
You run? You still dyin 
Check my resume, I am oh so loco 
Mama ain't raise no chump, I don't talk no pocco 

[Chorus - 50 Cent/Lloyd Banks] 
Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me 
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy 
Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin for it too 
Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks 

Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me 
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy 
Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin for it too 
Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks 

[Young Buck] 
There once was some niggas that tried to murda me 
I hit em up, put em in plastic surgery 
This 4-5 has made a lot of guys apologize 
The truth come out, 'stead of hearin' a lot of lies 
Some niggas catch a case and then claim they hard 
A couple chest wounds will make a nigga change his heart 
I just play my part, and while you shootin up cars 
I'm smokin' niggas like a Cuban cigar 
Let's get it poppin' 

[Chorus] 

[Lloyd Banks] 
I'm tired of you niggas with your maybe beef 
We gonna be here forever, you're temporary like baby teeth 
I'm in and out the night clubs, A-D-D 
Dark blue Benz, navy seats, eighty sneaks 
These niggas tellin' out the blue 
So you hang em off the bridge 
At least they'll have to helicopter you 
The Jimmy lived in the bags, the Bell or Hop will do 
I rap for the neighborhood niggas that failed in high school 
You can tell I came a long way in my sense, home grown 
That's why them little niggas in the projects love me 
You provide the beat downs for free, I paid my dues 
I don't even freestyle for free 
I gave em a break, flew over seas 
But it's kinda hard to get homie-sick when there's blue in the trees 
Sit back and try to play your role wit the copies 
I put more staples in yo ass than a telephone pole, Yea 

[Chorus] 

[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 bently GT got smoke-gray tints 
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 
I see you scheming, nigga keep on dreaming, I hurt ya mans 
I'll teach you how to stunt 

[50 Cent] 
Seven series BM, Six series benz 
Twenty-four inches, Giovanni rims 
All on 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, yall niggaz might blow 
I'm fittin to drop that, so I suggest you lay low 
Buc, he from Cashville, Tenneckee nigga 
Getting them ten of keys, save ten for me nigga 

[Chorus] 

[Lloyd Banks] 
I'm sensing 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, cuz you get R.I.P.'s when slacking 
So the stashbox big enough to squeeze the mack in 
Yeah, I'm fairly new but I demand some respect 
Cuz 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' theres nothing you can teach us 
We're in a different time zone, your records don't reach us 
Naww, 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] 

[Young Buc] 
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 lift 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]