[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I teach you how to stunt
My wrists stay rocked up, my TV's pop up in a Maybach Benz
I teach you how to stunt
N***a you can't see me, my Bentley GT got smoke-gray tints
I teach you how to stunt
My neck stay blinging, my rims stay gleaming, I'm shining, man
I teach you how to stunt
I see you scheming, n***a keep on dreaming, I hurt you man
I teach you how to stunt

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Seven series BM, six series Benz (Uh huh)
Twenty-four inches, Giovanni rims (Yea)
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 (Uh huh)
They like me better when I'm fucked up and ashy
My royalty check's the rebirth of Liberace
Stunt so hard, e'rybody gotta watch me
And I don't really care if it's platinum or white gold
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 n***as might blow
I'm fin to drop that, so I suggest you lay low
Buck, he from Cashville, Ten-a-key n***a
We getting them ten a ki', save ten for me n***a
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I teach you how to stunt
My wrists stay rocked up, my TV's pop up in a Maybach Benz
I teach you how to stunt
N***a you can't see me, my Bentley GT got smoke-gray tints
I teach you how to stunt
My neck stay blinging, my rims stay gleaming, I'm shining, man
I teach you how to stunt
I see you scheming, n***a keep on dreaming, I hurt ya man
I teach you how to stunt

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
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 (Uh)
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 could 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: 50 Cent]
I teach you how to stunt
My wrists stay rocked up, my TV's pop up in a Maybach Benz
I teach you how to stunt
N***a you can't see me, my Bentley GT got smoke-gray tints
I teach you how to stunt
My neck stay blinging, my rims stay gleaming, I'm shining, man
I teach you how to stunt
I see you scheming, n***a keep on dreaming, I hurt ya man
I 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 (What!)
I know you probably seen me with Cash Money from back in the days
The only thing changed is the numbers on the Range (C'mon!)
I bought me an old school and blew out the brains (Boaw!)
The Roc the Mic tour, I threw off my chain (Boaw!)
My Sprewell's spinning man, I'm doing my thing
And whodi now in trouble now that you in the game (Uh)
Come on now, we all know gold is getting old (Yeah)
The ice in my teeth keep the Cristal cold (Bling!)
G-Unit homie, acting like y'all don't know
Look, I can't even walk through the mall no more (Ohhhhh!)
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 fugazies how it's 'posed to go, yeah
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I teach you how to stunt
My wrists stay rocked up, my TV's pop up in a Maybach Benz
I teach you how to stunt
N***a you can't see me, my Bentley GT got smoke-gray tints
I teach you how to stunt
My neck stay blinging, my rims stay gleaming, I'm shining, man
I teach you how to stunt
I see you scheming, n***a keep on dreaming, I hurt ya man
I teach you how to stunt