Stretch
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Stretch was released on November 9, 2009 by Aftermath/Shady as a part of the album Before I Self Destruct (Bonus Track Version)
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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
50 Cent
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Curtis James Jackson
Songwriter
Ricardo Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kyeme Miller
Recording Engineer
Rick Rock
Producer
Samuel Kalandijian
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Steve Baughman
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I take grams of coke
Mix it with lactose, that's what I do
Stretch
I make a ounce a dope
With like a eighth of dope, before I'm through
Product stretch
I got it mastered, man
In the hood I'm like plastic, man
Stretch
Fantastic, man
I make the money come faster, man, yeah
[Verse 2]
Your favorite bad guy's gone
The Joker's dead
So for now 'till forever you're stuck with the kid
I ain't supposed to be a boss
I'm supposed to be a enforcer
I'm supposed to hold a gun
Not be stuck in the office
Michael pimped me
I was in the passenger seat
We was comfortable with me round
'Cause I blast my heat
Now I'm four, I was tryna catch Mason for bricks raw
Charlie fucked up the jux
They took Norah's lil' boy, stretch
The cocaine, I go hard when the drought come
When the straps come out, son
**** know the outcome
Lay low, stay low, you may see Jesus
You hit with a stray yo, for no fucking reason
You praying for a Benz, it's a blessing you breathing
It's a miracle that God
Gave me this tech, now I'm eating
Cop it, chop it, profit is off the set
Cocaine, candy rain, I'm so for real, yeah
[Verse 3]
I take grams of coke
Mix it with lactose, that's what I do
Stretch
I make a ounce a dope
With like a eighth of dope, before I'm through
Product stretch
I got it mastered, man
In the hood I'm like plastic, man
Stretch
Fantastic, man
I make the money come faster, man, yeah
[Verse 4]
I'm the dope man, coke man
Smoke man, whatever-man
The X-man, tec-man, you better respect man
Get the green, triple beam, inf' beam, murder scheme
Fiend, morphine, dream, codeine, more 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 MO, see me, I make it stretch
Get in the way I put a body on my tech
Call me crazy, I die for what I stand for
I have ammo, flying out the Lambo
Like commando, nah like Rambo
I keep my cool as long as the fucking grams go
Wooptee-woo, I'm a Chef like Wright
It's hot in here, I'm by the stove
Cooking crack all day, stretch
We gon' bag up all night
We ain't going nowhere 'til the count bag right, yeah
[Verse 5]
I take grams of coke
Mix it with lactose, that's what I do
Stretch
I make a ounce a dope
With like a eighth of dope, before I'm through
Product stretch
I got it mastered, man
In the hood I'm like plastic, man
Stretch
Fantastic, man
I make the money come faster, man, yeah
[Verse 6]
It's a bird, it's a plane
No, it's purple 'caine
Tryina blow selling blow
I'm who you fuck with, man
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 lil' Charley, Marley
A lil' bit of Manson
Yeah, me falling off
It's really far fetched
I turn a lil' to a lot, I make it stretch
In come the Franklins's
Then come the Benji's
Fiends by the crack house
Dirty and dingy, yeah
[Verse 7]
I take grams of coke
Mix it with lactose, that's what I do
Stretch
I make a ounce a dope
With like a eighth of dope, before I'm through
Product stretch
I got it mastered, man
In the hood I'm like plastic, man
Stretch
Fantastic, man
I make the money come faster, man
Written by: Curtis Jackson, R. Thomas

