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Kool Savas Essay Lyric

[50 Cent]: Chorus
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 Rims
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]: Verse I
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 niggas 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

[50 Cent]: Chorus
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 Rims
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

[Kool Savas]: Verse II
Let's go!
Lernt von mir, lernt von S, lernt von ihm!
Du rappst auch, denn du willst gern verdien!
Hör mich auf einem Track mit Fifty, Homie es is so
Ich komme und bediene jeden deutschen MC wie im Bistro
Egal, ob man meine Single spielt oder nich
Für mich is dis einzige was zählt: "Real oder nich!?"
Rap is kein Game, und wenn doch, is es mein Game
Ich schreib den sickesten Shit bis alle Leute es einsehn
Ich hab keine Zeit für euch, für ihn oder dich
Ich hab soviel zutun zur Zeit, ich hab nichmal mehr Zeit für mich
Ich bin back, Kids liebe meine Tracks, lieben meine Raps
Wie ich meinen Lex, wie Huren mit drei Personen Sex
Hörst du diesen Flow? Ihr könnt alle Deutschen versammeln
Ich rap besser, als Fifty und Lloyd zusammen
Ich bin es, bin der King - Du bist finish und wirst ermordet
Mein letztes Album war fast schon im Guinnesbuch der Rekorde
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

[50 Cent]: Chorus

[Lumidee]: Intro
Yo, I'm doing this one for the streets
To them Bitches on the watch, Niggas on the Block
You know, for the Hood, this one's for the Hood

[Lumidee]: Verse I
Tell me what you see, takin' over me, nothing but the greed
It's all that i need now!
Chasin' after green, do this music thing, got to be stingy
No one's takin' me down!
Once I'm on the top, I bet that I won't flop, your girl is gonna knock
To the next Century now!
Believe that I'll go pop, country or go rock, r&b/hip hop
It's all Lumidee Style!

[Lumidee]: Chorus
I know you're feelin' it, uh uh, she killin' it
I know you're feelin' it, uh uh, she killin' it
It ain't no winnin when you play against me, nah
It ain't no winnin when you play against me

[Kool Savas]: Verse II
Was wollt ihr von mir?
Ich komm und PopOp Rhymes in dein Ass
Keiner nimmt mir den Titel ab, bis ichs Mic wieder pass, Bitch
Ich bin heut dis, wo von du immer geträumt hast
Hol jetzt mit 28 nach, was ich mit 14 versäumt hab
Ihr seid keine Konkurenz, No! Ihr seid meine Fans
Und ich schieß auf das Instrumental wie ne Uzi, dis is gangsta
Nicht, was ihr Punks behauptet, mein Tempo ist unglaublich
Ich bin auf Tracks mit Amis und es nimmt sich überhaupt nichts, oh
Ihr habt lang genug gewartet, doch Daddy is Home
Ich hab lang genug gewartet, bin ready to go
10 Minuten, 16 Zeilen, nur ein Take und ich komm aus der Kabine
Frag dich welcher Beat der nächste ist
Ich schreibe nicht für Cash, ich schreib um alles zu zerreißen
Denn wenn ich nichts schreibe, bin ich zuhause und fühl mich scheiße
Ich weiß nicht wovon du redest, Optik ist das Label
Ihr könnt gerne haten, doch wir werden groß und hart wie ein Penis

[Lumidee]: Chorus
I know you're feelin' it, uh uh, she killin' it
I know you're feelin' it, uh uh, she killin' it
It ain't no winnin when you play against me, nah
It ain't no winnin when you play against me
Nooo

[Lumidee]: Verse III
Now stop, look, listen, invision
Me switchin up my style the talents' just a given
Ain't never heard no shit like this cuz i designed it (come on)
Steppin' up their game upgraded to the finest
Who gives a fuck if bitches on the block don't feel me
Them be the same hoes lookin for a sitter for the show (mommy where you going?)
Fuck them all though (why?)
Cuz they good for nothing
But if my niggas need some blow bet they good for something
I got goals to reach plus foes to beat
So believe i'm more tha focused when i roam the street
I got a mic and a dream and a fuckin tight team
And who the fuck can stop us with the right amount of cream
Yeah
I'm nothing but trouble better find me a muzzle
I'm about to lock and hold keep it tight like a huddle
So harlem stand up
Young'n pull your pants up
Cuz the girls on her grind
And i got my plans up
Fuckin bitches couldn't touch this
Let alone crush it
So stay in your place while i'm building up my budget
I had to rush it cuz time is money
And i dont play too many games
Dont come at me funny
So to the haters dont waste your time
If you dont like the way i sing then you feelin my rhymes
Dont think the flow is tight but the girl can write
Dont fit up i the booth jump out produce
So who's the truth (come on man)
Believe it's me
The girls all need necessity and luxury
So just bop ya head to this
Feel it to the fullest
If you don't (pop pop)
Believe it you go feel it through them bullets

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