Stretch: accordi di
50 Cent
50 Cent

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Intro 1
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Verse 1
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I take grams of coke, Mix it with
lactose, that's what I do!
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I make a ounce a dope
With like a eighth of dope,
befo' I'm through!
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I got it mastered man
In the hood I'm like plastic man!
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Fantastic man,
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I make the money come faster man!
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Verse 2
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Your favorite bad guy's gone,
The Joker's dead
So for now 'til 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 an office
Michael pimped me? I was
in the passenger seat
We was comfortable with me 'round,
cause I blast my heat
94' I was trying to catch Mason
for bricks raw
Charlie fucked up the jux, they took no orders little boy,
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The cocaine,
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I go hard when the drought come
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When the straps come out, son,
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niggas 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 TEC,
now I'm eating
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Cop it, chop it, profit, it's all for sale
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Cocaine, candy rain, I'm so for real, yeah
Verse 3
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I take grams of coke, Mix it with
lactose, that's what I do!
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I make a ounce a dope
With like a eighth of dope,
befo' I'm through!
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I got it mastered man
In the hood I'm like plastic man!
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Fantastic man,
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I make the money come faster man!
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Verse 4
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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 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 M.O.,
see me I make it stretch
Get in the way I put a body on my TEC
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 Rae
It's hot in here, I'm by the stove
cooking crack all day, stretch
We gon' bag up all night
We ain't goin' nowhere 'til
the count bag right, yeah
Verse 5
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I take grams of coke, Mix it with
lactose, that's what I do
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I make a ounce a dope
With like a eighth of dope,
befo' I'm through
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I got it mastered man
In the hood I'm like plastic man
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Fantastic man,
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I make the money come faster man
Yeah
Verse 6
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It's a bird, it's a plane, no,
it's pure cocaine
Trying to blow selling blow,
I'm who you fuck with, man
I got Spiderman high,
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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
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A little Charlie, Marley,
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a little bit of Manson
Yeah, me falling 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 crackhouse, dirty and dingy,
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Verse 7
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I take grams of coke, Mix it with
lactose, that's what I do
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I make a ounce a dope
With like a eighth of dope,
befo' I'm through
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I got it mastered man
In the hood I'm like plastic man
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Fantastic man,
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I make the money come faster man
Outro 1
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