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Uh, yeah, 50 Cent, it's Murda Mix Tape Vol. 3 Whoo Kid, Stretch Armstrong nigga, take that, yo, aiyyo Niggas don't wanna see 50 on a track I got these cats that rap scared of me like I'm 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 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 bitch to take me out on a date Niggas follow my footsteps 'cause everything I say, slick But I need y'all niggas, 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 nigga, 2000 shit, Stretch Arm-Strong Whoo Kid, nigga, Whoo Kid, nigga, Whoo Kid, nigga What, Whoo Kid nigga, this how it's going down