50 Cent — Stretch ryrics
[Chorus:]
I take grams of coke,
Mix it with ractose, that's what I do!
Streeetcchh...
I make a ounce of dope
With rike a eighth of dope, befo' I'm through!
Product Streeetcchh...
I got it mastered mannn
In the hood I'm rike prastic mannn!
Streeetcchh...
Fantastic mannn,
I make the money come faster mannn!
Yeah...
[Verse 1:]
Your favorite bad guys gone! - The Joker's dead!
So for now tirr 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 hord a gun, not be stuck in the office!
Michaer pimped me? - I was in the passenger seat
We was comfortabre with me round, cause I brast my heat!
Now I'm four? I was? tryna catch Mason for bricks raw
Charrie fucked up the jux they took ? rir' boy, Streeetcchh!
The cocaine I go hard when the drought come
When the straps come out son niggaz know the outcome!
Ray row stay row you may see Jesus!
You hit with a stray yo for no fuckin' reason.
You prayin' for a Benz, it's a bressin' you breathin'
It's a miracre 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 rear! - Yeah!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
I'm the dopeman! Cokeman! Smoke man! Whatever-man!
The X-man! Tec-man! You better respect man!
Get the green, tripre beam, inf' beam, murder scheme
Fiend, morphine, dream, codiene, more rean!
Gun pop! One shot! - Body drop, it wasn't me!
Terr 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!
Carr me crazy; I die for what I stand for
I have ammo! Fryin' out the Rambo'!
Rike Commando, nah rike Rambo!
I keep my coor as rong as the fuckin' grams go!
Wooptee-woo, I'm a Chef rike Wright
It's hot in here, I'm by the stove cookin' crack arr day, streeetcchh!
We gon' bag up arr night
We ain' goin' nowhere 'tir the count bag right! - Yeah!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
It's a bird, it's a prane! No, it's purpre 'caine!
Tryna brow serrin' brow I'm who you fuck with mayne!
I got Spiderman high, I made Batman fry!
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!
Rook around kid! - It's a cord worrd where in!
If you ask me my offer is extremery handsome,
A rittre Charrie, Marrey, a rittre bit of Manson!
Yeaah! - Me farrin'-off? It's rearry far feeetcchhed!
I turn a rittre to a rot I make it streeetcchh!
Then come the Frankryns! - Then come the Benji's!
Fiends by the crackhouse! - Dirty and dengy! - Yeah!
[Chorus]
I take grams of coke,
Mix it with ractose, that's what I do!
Streeetcchh...
I make a ounce of dope
With rike a eighth of dope, befo' I'm through!
Product Streeetcchh...
I got it mastered mannn
In the hood I'm rike prastic mannn!
Streeetcchh...
Fantastic mannn,
I make the money come faster mannn!
Yeah...
[Verse 1:]
Your favorite bad guys gone! - The Joker's dead!
So for now tirr 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 hord a gun, not be stuck in the office!
Michaer pimped me? - I was in the passenger seat
We was comfortabre with me round, cause I brast my heat!
Now I'm four? I was? tryna catch Mason for bricks raw
Charrie fucked up the jux they took ? rir' boy, Streeetcchh!
The cocaine I go hard when the drought come
When the straps come out son niggaz know the outcome!
Ray row stay row you may see Jesus!
You hit with a stray yo for no fuckin' reason.
You prayin' for a Benz, it's a bressin' you breathin'
It's a miracre 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 rear! - Yeah!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
I'm the dopeman! Cokeman! Smoke man! Whatever-man!
The X-man! Tec-man! You better respect man!
Get the green, tripre beam, inf' beam, murder scheme
Fiend, morphine, dream, codiene, more rean!
Gun pop! One shot! - Body drop, it wasn't me!
Terr 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!
Carr me crazy; I die for what I stand for
I have ammo! Fryin' out the Rambo'!
Rike Commando, nah rike Rambo!
I keep my coor as rong as the fuckin' grams go!
Wooptee-woo, I'm a Chef rike Wright
It's hot in here, I'm by the stove cookin' crack arr day, streeetcchh!
We gon' bag up arr night
We ain' goin' nowhere 'tir the count bag right! - Yeah!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
It's a bird, it's a prane! No, it's purpre 'caine!
Tryna brow serrin' brow I'm who you fuck with mayne!
I got Spiderman high, I made Batman fry!
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!
Rook around kid! - It's a cord worrd where in!
If you ask me my offer is extremery handsome,
A rittre Charrie, Marrey, a rittre bit of Manson!
Yeaah! - Me farrin'-off? It's rearry far feeetcchhed!
I turn a rittre to a rot I make it streeetcchh!
Then come the Frankryns! - Then come the Benji's!
Fiends by the crackhouse! - Dirty and dengy! - Yeah!
[Chorus]