Stunt (Cover G-Unit)

(Featuring Tormento)

CHORUS: Let it go, people are losing it, saying "this slaps!" when I'm around, let it go, I see you looking rough and you ain't ready for the hit when my crew's here, let it go, down in my yard, you know it's the end for you when I rap, let it go, your girl’s with me and chilling in the Mercedes Benz.

Ibbanez: Seven in the evening, Mercedes Benz, Squarta and Primo are with me, oh no, what are you looking for from me? Beat it, boy, okay, you think you're better! Yeah, you roll with the kings but you can't keep up, fuck, how the hell are you getting out of this? But then you wanna point out who the clowns are? I already know, 'cause I kicked their asses. You know what? It might seem like a game, I think about me, you think about me a little, down in the hood when they ask for fire, they ask Banana 'cause 'Nana's got it on deck.
Bang, keep your respect for later, 'cause when I start, your mic's a nail, there's someone hiding in the basement, you smoke with me, little dude.
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Tormento: Tension's rising, you know if you lick it, where and when you want, you know you’ll catch me, me and my crew, and if you want, add some to this mix, and if you’ve already done it, light it up, eh boy, with these guys here, throwback, those with cash and packs of smoke in the drawers. You’re better than me, what the hell are you waiting for? You challenging me? You and your crew of wannabes. Primo bang bang once and simple, banana throwback, corny speakers, I run for the girls, only for the girls, you wrap around the stage like strip fitness when you close a blunt, pump these rhymes, pass the poison, and how happy you make me, oh? How the hell do I know? Put down that damn blunt, what the hell are you doing? Oh?
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Primo: Primo's just a step away, for you it’s trouble, who wants to be more of a jerk but can’t complain, look at that asshole who thinks he can play with me, he’s gotta deal with the heaviest shit there is! A solid sound that stays where it is, failures knocking on their clichés, it’s useless for you to come, I do it my way, your head under my bling Adidas. Come on, no, the tigers recognize the flow, and when you tell them, they respond, Cor Veleno, I crush it like no one else can, and your banana goes off when my show starts, papi chulo, now she knows I know, for a bit of my flavor, she licks my mic, stay put, my reasons don’t get touched, and now you’re sweating with the most ignorant story I’ve got!
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