[50 Cent]
  Uh, yeah, 50 Cent
  It's Murda Mix Tape Vol. 3
  Whoo Kid, Stretch Armstrong nigga
  Take that, yo, aiyyo
  Niggas don't wanna see 50 on a track
  I got these cats that rap scared of me like I'm Ace and Jack
  Fuck 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 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 nigga 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 bitch, to take me out on a date
  Niggas follow my footsteps, 'cause everything I say, slick
  But I need y'all niggas, 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
  What, what, 50 Cent nigga, 2000 shit, Stretch Arm-Strong
  Whoo Kid nigga, Whoo Kid nigga, Whoo Kid nigga
  What, Whoo Kid nigga, this how it's going down [echoes]