Stretch

[Produced by Rick Rock] [Hook] 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 before 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 [Verse 1] 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, stretch The cocaine, I go hard when the drought come When the straps come out, son, 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 Cop it, chop it, profit, it's all for sale Cocaine, candy rain, I'm so for real, yeah [Hook] [Verse 2] 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 [Hook] [Verse 3] 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, 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 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, yeah [Hook]