50 Cent – Stretch Lyrics
I take grams of coke
Mix it with lactose, that's what I do!
I make a ounce of dope
With like a eighth of dope, befo' I'm through!
I got it mastered, man
In the hood I'm like plastic man!
I make the money come faster, man!
Your favorite bad guy's gone! - The Joker's dead!
So for now 'til forever you're stuck with the Kid
I ain't supposed to be a boss, I'm supposed to be a enforcer!
I'm supposed to hold a gun, not be stuck in a office!
Michael pimped me? - I was in the passenger seat
We was comfortable with me 'round, cause I blast my heat!
94' I was tryna catch Mason for bricks raw
Charlie fucked up the jux; they took no orders lil' boy, Streeetcchh!
The cocaine I go hard when the drought come
When the straps come out son niggas know the outcome!
Lay low, stay low, you may see Jesus!
You hit with a stray yo for no fuckin' reason
You prayin' for a Benz, it's a blessin' you breathin'
It's a miracle that God gave me this TEC now I'm eatin'!
Cop it, Chop it, profit. It's all for sale
Cocaine, candy rain, I'm so for real! - Yeah!
I'm the dopeman, cokeman, smoke-man, whatever man
The X-man, TEC-man! You better respect man!
Get the green, triple beam, inf' beam, murder scheme
Fiend, morphine, dream, codeine, more lean!
Gun pop! One shot! - Body drop, it wasn't me!
Tell the cops it wasn't me! - You saw me right? - It wasn't me!
It's not my M.O. see me I make it streeetcchh
Get in the way I put a body on my TEEEC!
Call me crazy; I die for what I stand for
I have ammo flyin' out the Lambo!
Like Commando, nah like Rambo!
I keep my cool as long as the fuckin' grams go!
Wooptee-woo, I'm a Chef like Rae
It's hot in here, I'm by the stove cookin' crack all day, streeetcchh!
We gon' bag up all night
We ain' goin' nowhere 'til the count bag right! - Yeah!
It's a bird, it's a plane! No, it's Kurt Cocaine
Trying to blow, sellin' blow; I'm who you fuck with man!
I got Spiderman high, I made Batman fly!
Your favorite hero took a hit, now here you try!
I don't care if it's a sin, I don't care if you're ten!
Look around kid. It's a cold world we're in!
If you ask me my offer is extremely handsome
A little Charlie, Marley, a little bit of Manson!
Yeaah! - Me fallin'-off is really far feeetcchhed!
I turn a little to a lot, I make it streeetcchh!
In come the Franklins! Then come the Benji's!
Fiends by the crackhouse! Dirty and dingy! - Yeah!
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