Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Grown-ups, in between, children and babies
Right about now it's yo' boy, ya heard? Back again
DJ Mannie
Fre-Fresh-re-re-re-Fresh
Fre-Fresh-re-re-re-Fresh
Fre-Fresh-re-re-re-Fresh
Fre-Fresh-re-re-re-Fresh
Go DJ, that's my DJ
Go DJ, that's my DJ
Go DJ, that's my DJ
Go DJ, yeah
Well, Weezy We, step up to the mic dude, do what you do, ya heard?
Ladies and gentlemen, what you have here is brought to you courtesy of
The young man Young Carter and the great man Mannie Fresh
So what I want y'all out there to do for me is, say this
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ
So go DJ, 'cause that's my, 'cause that's my
Murder one on one, the hottest nigga under the sun
I come from under the Tommy, busting a Tommy
Or come from under ya garments, ya chest and ya arm hit
Pow, one to the head now you know he dead
Now you know I play it, like a pro in the game
Naw, better yet a veteran, a hall of fame
I got that medicine, I'm better than all the names
Ayy, it's Cash Money Records, man, a lawless gang
Put some water on the track, Fresh for all this flame
Wear a helmet when you bang it, man, and guard yo' brain
'Cause the flow is spazmatic, what they call insane
That ain't even a motherfuckin' aim, I get dough, boy
And you already know that pimpin
18, how I'm living? Youngin, show that Bentley
Stunna my Pa, so you know that's in me
Gotti my mentor, so don't go there with me, oh
Go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my 'cause that's my 'cause that's my
Go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ
'Cause that my, uh, that my, let's go
And I move like the Coupe through traffic
Rush hour GT Bent' roof is absent
Ya bitch present with the music blastin'
And she keep askin', "How it shoot if it's plastic?"
I tell her, "You'll see if your boy run up"
She sat back and cut Tha Carter back up
Uh, fo' sho'
Ay, Big Mike, they better step they's authority up
Before they step to a sergeant's son, I got army guns
You niggas never harming Young
Fly Wizzy, my opponents done, I'm done talking
And I ain't just begun, I been running my city like Diddy, ya chump
I fly by ya in a foreign whip
On the throttle with a model-bony bitch, pair of phony tits
Her hair is long and shit, to her thong and shit
Well, here we go, so hold on to this, now let's go
Hold on, let me hit the blunt
So go, so go
This is the, this is the, this is the
This is the, this is the, this is the
This is Tha Carter
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my D
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my 'cause that's my
Birdman put them niggas in a trash can
Leave 'em outside of your door, I'm your trashman
I'm steady lightin' up the hash and ridin' in my Jag
You will need a gas mask, man
You snakes, stop hidin' in the grass
Sooner or later, I'll cut it now the blades in your ass
You homo niggas getting AIDS in the ass
While the homie here tryna get paid in advance
I'm stayin' on my grizzy, I'm a bonafide hustler
Play me or play with me then I'm gonna find your mother
Niggas wanna eat 'cause they ain't ate nothin'
But niggas wanna leave when you say you out of mustard
So I'ma walk into the restaurant alone
Leaving out, leaving behind just residue and bones
In your residence with Rugers to your dome
Like, "Where the fuck you holding the coke?"
Holding your throat, choke
So, go
So, go
This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this
This is Tha Carter
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ
Go DJ, DJ, DJ