| I take grams of coke,
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| Mix it with lactose, that’s what I do!
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| Streeetcchh…
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| I make a ounce of dope
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| With like a eighth of dope, befo' I’m through!
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| Product Streeetcchh…
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| I got it mastered mannn
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| In the hood I’m like plastic mannn!
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| Streeetcchh…
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| Fantastic mannn,
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| I make the money come faster mannn!
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| Yeah…
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| Your favorite bad guys gone! |
| — The Joker’s dead!
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| So for now till forever your stuck with the kid.
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| I ain’t supposed to be a boss, I’m supposed to be a enforcer!
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| I’m supposed to hold a gun, not be stuck in the office!
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| Michael pimped me? |
| — I was in the passenger seat
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| We was comfortable with me round, cause I blast my heat!
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| Now I’m four? |
| I was? |
| tryna catch Mason for bricks raw
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| Charlie fucked up the jux they took? |
| lil' boy, Streeetcchh!
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| The cocaine I go hard when the drought come
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| When the straps come out son niggaz know the outcome!
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| Lay low stay low you may see Jesus!
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| You hit with a stray yo for no fuckin' reason.
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| You prayin' for a Benz, it’s a blessin' you breathin'
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| It’s a miracle that God gave me this tech now I’m eatin'!
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| Cop it! |
| Chop it! |
| Profit is off the set
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| Cocaine, candy rain, I’m so for real! |
| — Yeah!
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| I’m the dopeman! |
| Cokeman! |
| Smoke man! |
| Whatever-man!
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| The X-man! |
| Tec-man! |
| You better respect man!
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| Get the green, triple beam, inf' beam, murder scheme
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| Fiend, morphine, dream, codiene, more lean!
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| Gun pop! |
| One shot! |
| — Body drop, it wasn’t me!
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| Tell the cops it wasn’t me! |
| — You saw me right? |
| — It wasn’t me!
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| It’s not my M. O see me I make it streeetcchh
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| Get in the way I put a body on my Teeec!
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| Call me crazy; |
| I die for what I stand for
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| I have ammo! |
| Flyin' out the Lambo'!
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| Like Commando, nah like Rambo!
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| I keep my cool as long as the fuckin' grams go!
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| Wooptee-woo, I’m a Chef like Wright
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| It’s hot in here, I’m by the stove cookin' crack all day, streeetcchh!
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| We gon' bag up all night
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| We ain' goin' nowhere 'til the count bag right! |
| — Yeah!
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| It’s a bird, it’s a plane! |
| No, it’s purple 'caine!
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| Tryna blow sellin' blow I’m who you fuck with mayne!
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| I got Spiderman high, I made Batman fly!
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| Your favorite hero took a hit! |
| — Now here you try!
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| I don’t care if it’s a sin! |
| I don’t care if you’re ten!
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| Look around kid! |
| — It's a cold world where in!
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| If you ask me my offer is extremely handsome,
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| A little Charlie, Marley, a little bit of Manson!
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| Yeaah! |
| — Me fallin'-off? |
| It’s really far feeetcchhed!
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| I turn a little to a lot I make it streeetcchh!
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| Then come the Franklyns! |
| — Then come the Benji’s!
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| Fiends by the crackhouse! |
| — Dirty and dengy! |
| — Yeah! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stretch , by - 50 Cent. Song from the album Before I Self-Destruct, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп