(50 Cent) 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
[Chorus:] I take grams of coke, Mix it with lactose, that's what I do! Streeetcchh... I make a ounce of dope With like a eighth of dope, befo' I'm through
Some men are destined to live out their lives where they are Some love the city and some never stray from the farm,no I'm always drawn to the echo of
[Big L:] Yo, here's another smooth song to get your groove on Violate or try to fake jacks and you'll get moved on Peace to all my niggas with the thousand
are Into it on the outside, out of it on the inside Tide, tide Watching, waiting for him to fade away You and me, stretched this far Stretch again, stretch
I'll be like a locomotive headed down a one waytrack It won't take too long just you wait and see As long as it will lead me back to you Any old stretch
you I say... sometimes when you win the war you lose it all Towering, they stretch for miles speaking as eloquently as the tallest of tales They stretch
I am stretched on your grave And will lie there forever With your hands held in mine I'd be sure we'd not sever My apple tree my brightness 'Tis time
Lay down and stretch up your arms there will be no one to harm us now I am radiating in your hand we're in the glass oh Lord tell me where to go show
Oh, the night before Larry was stretched Well the boys they all paid him a visit A bit in their sacks too they fetched For they sweated their duds till
step, they speak in the dead tones. So I ain't trying to hear 'em! Give me another - word for your mother! (Stretch Armstrong.) Stretch Armstrong, my
I stretch my arms To a familiar space spreading in front of me Then I draw and open my hands In my hands, a tiny fire is flickering Can you see it? Can
Jones] Bend, Eastside could you stretch then bend Westside could you stretch then bend Southside could you stretch then bend Midwest could you stretch
I am stretched on your grave And I'll lie here forever If you hands were in mine I'd be sure they would not sever My apple tree, my brightness, It's
they keep dreamin' Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go Wake these people up and show them they keep dreamin' (This for real, Bad Boy) Breathe Stretch
High on love And I ain't comin' down No, I ain't comin' down Don't you know, I'm high on love Since you've come around And I ain't comin' down Took
Baby open up that bottle Come and lay down by my side I don't have no special reason Just this ache I feel inside I wanna lose my inhibitions I wanna
I can't remember when Finally give quarter to the sunlight on my skin When that long stretch of lonesome When that long stretch of lonesome When that long stretch