[Intro]
Uh, yeah
Ayo, what's up, it's 50 Cent
It's Murda Mixtape Vol. 3
Whoo Kid, Stretch Armstrong, n***a
Take that

[Verse]
N***as don't wanna see 50 on a track
I got these cats that rap scared of me like I'm Haitian Jack
Fuck that, if I was you, I'd 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 n***a in a Benz, swear he peddling crack
I need a stash box, dunn, 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 make no mistakes, look I need extra papes
My man up North, need the new Stretch mixtape
I'm physically fit -- nah, for real, son, I'm in shape
I need that Beyoncé bitch to take me out on a date,
N***as follow my footsteps cause everything I say is slick
But I need y'all n***as 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
[Outro]
What, what, 50 Cent n***a, 2000 shit, Stretch Armstrong
Whoo Kid, n***a, Whoo Kid, n***a, Whoo Kid, n***a
What, Whoo Kid n***a, this how it's going down