Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stretch, artist - 50 Cent. Album song Before I Self-Destruct, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Aftermath, Interscope, Shady Records
Song language: English
Stretch |
I take grams of coke, |
Mix it with lactose, that’s what I do! |
Streeetcchh… |
I make a ounce of dope |
With like a eighth of dope, 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 fucked up the jux they took? |
lil' boy, Streeetcchh! |
The cocaine 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 fuckin' 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 |
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, 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 fuckin' 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! |
It’s a bird, it’s a plane! |
No, it’s purple 'caine! |
Tryna blow sellin' blow I’m who you fuck 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! |