Artist: 50 Cent Album: Before I Self Destruct Song: Stretch Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Chorus: 50 Cent] I take grams of coke, mix it with lactose That's what I do - streeeeetch I make a ounce of dope with like a eighth of dope befo' I'm through - product streeeeetch I got it mastered man In the hood I'm like plastic mannn - streeeeetch Fantastic man I make the money come faster man, yeahhh [50 Cent] Your favorite bad guy's gone, the Joker's dead So from now until forever you're stuck with the kid I ain't supposed to be a boss, I'm supposed to be an enforcer I'm supposed to hold a gun, not be stuck in the office Michael pimped me? I was in the passenger seat He was comfortable with me 'round cause I blast my heat '9-4 I was tryin to catch Mason for bricks of raw Charlie fucked up the jux, they took Nana's little boy - streeeeetch 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 Get 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 tec, now I'm eatin Cop it, chop it, profit is all for sale Cocaine, +Candy Rain+, I'm Soul for Real, yeah [Chorus] [50 Cent] I'm the dope man, coke man, smoke man, whatever man The X man, tec man, you better respect man Get the cream, triple beam, inf' beam, murder scheme Fiend, morphine, dream, codeine, mo' 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 streeeeetch Get in the way I'll put a body on my teeeeec Call me crazy, I'll die for what I stand for I'll have ammo flyin out the Lambo Like Commando, nah, like Rambo I keep my cool as long as the fuckin grams go Woopty-woo, I'm a +Chef+ like Rae It's hot in here, I'm by the stove cookin crack all day Streeeeetch - we gon' bag up all night We ain't goin nowhere 'til the count back right, yeahhh [Chorus] [50 Cent] It's a bird, it's a plane, no it's pure cocaine 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 we're in If you ask me my offer is extremely handsome A little Charlie, Marley, a little bit of Manson Yeahhh, me fallin off is really farfeeeeetched I turn a little to a lot, I make it streeeeetch In come the Franklins, then come the Benji's Fiends by the crackhouse, dirty and dingy - yeahhh [Chorus]