Stunt 211

Lyrics

[Sound of a cellphone ringing and a clock ticking, a cold breeze passes through] [Chorus: Yukmouth] You can't teach me how to stunt! (Yo wrist ain't rocked up, yo shit don't pop up, that ain't yo Benz) You can't teach me how to stunt! (That ain't yo jewelry, that ain't yo Bentley, that's 50's shit) You can't teach me how to stunt! (You snitch on BG'z with NYPD in a police van) You can't teach me how to stunt! (You keep on snitchin', you'll end up missing, we'll smoke you man) You can't teach me how to stunt! [Verse 1: Domination] These niggas frontin' like they so hood Fuckin' pussies from the East to the West, your stripes is no good You frontin' tellin' lies, you said it you stuntin' though Runnin' round town with detective so-and-so Passing change around like a hot potato Pop guns? Nigga, you wouldn't pop a tomato How come them niggas still living? (Huh?) Didn't they poke you though, shot you up Had your ass hidin' in the Poconos? I see you and the gat'll spit, spin barrеl shit Pimp, I do you dirty bitch, shoot you in your magic stick Damn! I ain't the type to call a nigga ugly But Ray Charles could see bitchеs only want you for your money, dummy! Y ain't letting no caps peel 50 lay off the steroids and Prozac pills G-G-G-Bastard, that shit is over Doja Y'all sons, ain't no motherfuckin' G-Unit soldiers Your car bulletproof? Ride through the hood You hang with cops, we can't shoot you, nigga, it's all good Piggy Banks is a chump, he don't want no beef Young Buck, He's just happy he got white gold teeth Your welcome to the hood pass, expired 3 years ago Niggas popped you, you got low, but you don't hear me though You keep takin' pictures with pistols Believe me, if I aim to kill 9 times, I won't miss you, non [Chorus: Yukmouth] You can't teach me how to stunt! (Yo wrist ain't rocked up, yo shit don't pop up, that ain't yo Benz) You can't teach me how to stunt! (That ain't yo jewelry, that ain't yo Bentley, that's 50's shit) You can't teach me how to stunt! (You snitch on BG'z with NYPD in a police van) (You bitch ass nigga, get your own jewelry you bitch! And quit rappin' like other niggas you hoe, you ain't Daz) You can't teach me how to stunt! (You keep on snitchin', you'll end up missing, we'll smoke you man) You can't teach me how to stunt! [Verse 2: Yukmouth] You niggas broke, Flava Flav, drinkin' Haterade Nigga, I'm major played, shank coke with razor blades Break ya stage and grape swishers Summer Jam Bulletproof Hummer now, my goons still gun ya down Bust a hunnid rounds, Thug Lordz run the town With Silverback Guerrillaz, niggas will hunt you down Yukmouth, Thugged Out, no tooth decay All of my jewels is great, stunt like Supa Dave Geah, Benz couping and shoes is [?] Snatch for the uz' to stay Enemy move, I spray Bruce Lee boy, catchin' slugs with his teeth In his tongue, in his cheek, pipe bomb a nigga Jeep Lloyd, whack juice, the other nigga past weak Tell ya boy keep them steroids out his ass cheeks I ride with Smurf, banger A real turf banger, and Domination said you soft as a Nerf, wanksta Keep speaking on 'Preme will get you hurt, wanksta Keep speaking on us will get you touched, wanksta Speak on Suge or Prince, will get you hurt, wanksta Bled shirt, in a hearse, have you murked, wanksta Westside, and I ride with the East With Queensbridge niggas, mobbin' deep I have you whacked in front of Rob and Leech Blaaat, 211, rob ya beat And have Vivica, slob the meat I'm a beast nigga [Chorus: Yukmouth] You can't teach me how to stunt! (Yo wrist ain't rocked up, yo shit don't pop up, that ain't yo Benz) You can't teach me how to stunt! (That ain't yo jewelry, that ain't yo Bentley, that's 50's shit) You can't teach me how to stunt! (You snitch on BG'z with NYPD in a police van) You can't teach me how to stunt! (You keep on snitchin', you'll end up missing, we'll smoke you man) You can't teach me how to stunt! [Outro: Bang Em Smurf] Yeah nigga, Bang Em Smurf up in this motherfucker, nigga Fucking with my nigga Yukmouth, nigga South Jamaica, Queens to the motherfucking Houston, nigga, ya heard? My nigga J Prince, king of the South running this shit Guerrilla Gang running on these cocksuckers United Ghettos of America, motherfucker, UGA, ya heard? It's going down South Jamaica, Queens, New York My nigga C-Bo, West Coast Mafia Haha, Guerrilla Gang man, yep, it's going down, ya heard? We run this rap shit, haha Ridin' on all these motherfuckers, you niggas ain't great, you ain't safe nowhere Yeah