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Amir Johnson - 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 that you stuntin' though
Runnin' round town with the TEC, lives 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 Poconose
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 overdoser
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
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 nigga Jeep
Lloyd, whack juice, the other nigga 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 niggas, 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 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 Eastland, 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