Uh, yeah, 50 Cent, it's Murda Mix Tape Vol. 3
Whoo Kid, Stretch Armstrong n***a, take that, yo, aiyyo
n***as don't wanna see 50 on a track
I got these cats that rap scared of me like I'm Ace and Jack
f** 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 b**h 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 f** off my back
See a n***a 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 I'm running from Jake
I'm making mistakes, look, I need extra pace
My man up North, need the new Stretch Mix Tape
I'm physically fit, nah for real son I'm in shape
I need that Beyonce b**h to take me out on a date
n***as follow my footsteps 'cause everything I say, slick
But I need y'all n***as, to get off my dick
My description in three words, real witty cat
I'm in the club in ATL, I'm where the titties at
What, what, 50 Cent n***a, 2000 sh**, Stretch Arm-Strong
Whoo Kid, n***a, Whoo Kid, n***a, Whoo Kid, n***a
What, Whoo Kid n***a, this how it's going down