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 sh*t 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 sh*t)
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 n*ggas frontin' like they so hood
f*ckin' pussies from the East to the West, your stripes is no good
You frontin' tellin' lies, you said that you stuntin' though
Runnin' round town with the TEC, lives so-and-so
Passing change around like a hot potato
Pop guns? n*gga, you wouldn't pop a tomato
How come them n*ggas still living? (Huh?)
Didn't they poke you though?
Shot you up, had your ass hidin' in the Poconose
I see you and the gat'll spit, spin barrеl sh*t
Pimp, I do you dirty b*tch, shoot you in your magic stick
Damn! I ain't the type to call a n*gga ugly
But Ray Charles could see b*tchеs 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-bast*rd, that sh*t is overdoser
Y'all sons, ain't no motherf*ckin' G-Unit soldiers
Your car bulletproof, ride through the hood
You hang with cops, we can't shoot you n*gga 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
n*ggas 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 sh*t 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 sh*t)
You can't teach me how to stunt!
(You snitch on BG'z with NYPD in a police van)
(You b*tch ass n*gga, get your own jewelry you b*tch!
And quit rappin' like other n*ggas 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 n*ggas broke, Flava Flav, drinkin' Haterade
n*gga 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, n*ggas will hunt you down
Yukmouth, Thugged Out, no tooth decay
All of my jewels is great, stunt like Supa Dave
Yeah, 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 n*gga Jeep
Lloyd, whack juice, the other n*gga past weak
Tell ya boy keep them steroids out his asscheeks
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 n*ggas, mobbin' deep
I have you whacked in front of Rob and Leech
Brrrat, 211, rob ya beat
And have Vivica, stop your [?], I'm a beast n*gga
[Chorus: Yukmouth]
You can't teach me how to stunt!
(Yo wrist ain't rocked up, yo sh*t 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 sh*t)
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 n*gga, Bang'Em Smurf up in this motherf*cker, n*gga
f*cking with my n*gga Yukmouth, n*gga
South Jamaica, Queens to the motherf*cking Eastland, n*gga, ya heard?
My n*gga J Prince, king of the South running this sh*t
Guerrilla Gang running on these c*cksuckers
United Ghettos of America, motherf*cker, UGA, ya heard? It's going down
South Jamaica, Queens, New York
My n*gga C-Bo, West Coast Mafia
Haha, Guerrilla Gang man, yep, it's going down, ya heard?
We run this rap sh*t, haha
Ridin' on all these motherf*ckers, you n*ggas ain't great, you ain't safe nowhere
Yeah