Stretch Lyrics - Before I Self Destruct - 50 Cent

I take grams of coke, mix it with lactose 

That's what I do, stretch 

I make a ounce of dope with like a eighth of dope 

Befo' 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 

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, stretch 

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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 

I take grams of coke, mix it with lactose 

That's what I do, stretch 

I make a ounce of dope with like a eighth of dope 

Befo' 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 

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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 stretch 

Get in the way I'll put a body on my Tec 

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 

Stretch, we gon' bag up all night 

We ain't goin' nowhere 'til the count back right, yeah 

I take grams of coke, mix it with lactose 

That's what I do, stretch 

I make a ounce of dope with like a eighth of dope 

Befo' 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 

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 Spider-Man 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 

Yeah, me fallin' off is really far fetched 

I turn a little to a lot, I make it stretch 

In come the Franklin's, then come the Benji's 

Fiends by the crack house, dirty and dingy, yeah 

I take grams of coke, mix it with lactose 

That's what I do, stretch 

I make a ounce of dope with like a eighth of dope 

Befo' 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