[50 Cent]
Uh, yeah, 50 Cent
It's Murda Mix Tape Vol. 3

Whoo Kid, Stretch Armstrong ^!$$%
Take that, yo, aiyyo
^!$$%s don't wanna see 50 on a track

I got these cats that rap scared of me like I'm Ace and Jack
$#&@ 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 (*##$ to blow her back
I need the !@%!e 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 $#&@ off my back
See 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 (*##$, to take me out on a date
^!$$%s follow my footsteps, 'cause everything I say, slick
But I need y'all ^!$$%s, to get off my dick

My description in three words, real witty cat
I'm in the club in ATL, I'm where the !@%$ at
What, what, 50 Cent ^!$$%, 2000 %#@!, Stretch Arm-Strong

Whoo Kid ^!$$%, Whoo Kid ^!$$%, Whoo Kid ^!$$%
What, Whoo Kid ^!$$%, this how it's going down [echoes]