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Stretch

50 Cent26 Jul 2010

Stretch Lyrics

Stretch - 50 Cent

I take grams of coke

Mix it with lactose that's what I do

Streeetcchh

I make a ounce of d**e

With like a eighth of d**e befo' I'm through

Product Streeetcchh

I got it mastered mannn

In the hood I'm like plastic mannn

Streeetcchh

Fantastic mannn

I make the money come faster mannn

Yeah

 

Your favorite bad guys gone - The Joker's dead

So for now till forever your 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 the office

Michael pimped me - I was in the passenger seat

We was comfortable with me round cause I blast my heat

Now I'm four I was tryna catch Mason for bricks raw

Charlie f**ked up the jux they took lil' boy Streeetcchh

The coc*ine I go hard when the drought come

When the straps come out son niggaz know the outcome

Lay low stay low you may see Jesus

You hit with a stray yo for no f**kin' reason

You prayin' for a Benz it's a blessin' you breathin'

It's a miracle that God gave me this tech now I'm eatin'

Cop it Chop it Profit is off the set

Coc*ine candy rain I'm so for real - Yeah

I take grams of coke

Mix it with lactose that's what I do

Streeetcchh

I make a ounce of d**e

With like a eighth of d**e befo' I'm through

Product Streeetcchh

I got it mastered mannn

In the hood I'm like plastic mannn

Streeetcchh

Fantastic mannn

I make the money come faster mannn

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 codiene 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 f**kin' grams go

Wooptee-woo I'm a Chef like Wright

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

I take grams of coke

Mix it with lactose that's what I do

Streeetcchh

I make a ounce of d**e

With like a eighth of d**e befo' I'm through

Product Streeetcchh

I got it mastered mannn

In the hood I'm like plastic mannn

Streeetcchh

Fantastic mannn

I make the money come faster mannn

Yeah

 

It's a bird it's a plane No it's purple 'caine

Tryna blow sellin' blow I'm who you f**k with mayne

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 where in

If you ask me my offer is extremely handsome

A little Charlie Marley a little bit of Manson

Yeaah - Me fallin'-off It's really far feeetcchhed

I turn a little to a lot I make it streeetcchh

Then come the Franklyns - Then come the Benji's

Fiends by the crackhouse - Dirty and dengy - Yeah

I take grams of coke

Mix it with lactose that's what I do

Streeetcchh

I make a ounce of d**e

With like a eighth of d**e befo' I'm through

Product Streeetcchh

I got it mastered mannn

In the hood I'm like plastic mannn

Streeetcchh

Fantastic mannn

I make the money come faster mannn

 

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