Lyrics

[Intro] Uh, yeah Ayo, what's up, it's 50 Cent It's Murda Mixtape Vol. 3 Whoo Kid, Stretch Armstrong, nigga Take that [Verse] Niggas 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 nigga 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, Niggas follow my footsteps cause everything I say is 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 [Outro] What, what, 50 Cent nigga, 2000 shit, Stretch Armstrong Whoo Kid, nigga, Whoo Kid, nigga, Whoo Kid, nigga What, Whoo Kid nigga, this how it's going down