Uh, yeah, 50 Cent
Its Murda Mix Tape Vol. 3
Whoo Kid, Stretch Armstrong nigga
Take that, yo, aiyyo
Niggas dont wanna see 50 on a track
I got these cats that rap scared of me like Im Ace and Jack
Fuck that, if I was you, I be scared of me too
Yo Stretch, roll the weed, while I tell em what I need
I need cream by the stacks, shells for the mac
Rims for the Ac, and a bitch to blow her back
I need the coke to come back, mad time on a jack
I got the Fendi sweaters, all I need is the hats
I need the police to chill, stay the fuck off my back
See a nigga in a Benz, sway peddling crack
I need a stash box son, so I could stash the gat
I need a stadium light, to leave em blind as a bat
Flipping from under my plate, while Im running from Jake
Im making mistakes, look I need extra pace
My man up north, need the new Stretch Mix Tape
Im physically fit, nah for real son Im in shape
I need that Beyonce bitch, to take me out on a date
Niggas follow my footsteps, cause everything I say, slick
But I need yall niggas, to get off my dick
My description in three words, real witty cat
Im in the club in ATL, Im where the titties at
What, what, 50 Cent nigga, 2000 shit, Stretch Arm-Strong
Whoo Kid nigga, Whoo Kid nigga, Whoo Kid nigga
What, Whoo Kid nigga, this how its going down
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