Go DJ

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 (Yeah)

Fre- Fresh- re-re-re-Fresh (Uh)

Fre- Fresh- re-re-re-Fresh

Fre- Fresh- re-re-re-Fresh

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That's my DJ

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That's my DJ

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That's my DJ

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Yeah

With Weezy Wee

Step up to the mic, dude

Do what ya do, ya heard?

Ladies and gentleman, 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 101, the hottest **** under the sun

I come from under the tummy

Busting a tommy

Or come from under your garments

Your chest and your arm hit

Pow, one to the head, now you know he dead

Now you know I play it like a pro in the game

No, better yet, a veteran in the hall of fame

I got that medicine, I'm better than all the names

Aye, it's Cash Money Records, man, a lawless gang

Put some water on the track, fresh for all his flame

Wear a helmet when you bang it, man, and guard your brain

'Cause the flow is spaszmatic, what they call insane

That ain't even a motherfucking aim, I get dough, boy

And you already know that pimping

Eighteen, how I'm livin'? Youngin, show that Bentley

Stunna my pa, so you know that's in me

Gotti my mentor, so don't go there with me

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

Say, "Go DJ"

'Cause that's my DJ

Say, "Go DJ"

'Cause that's my DJ

Say, "Go DJ"

'Cause that's my DJ

Try to see me, let's go

And I move like the coupe through traffic

Rush hour, GT Bent', roof is absent

Ya bitch present with the music blasting

And she keep asking, "How it shoot if it's plastic?"

I tell her, "You see if ya boy run up"

She sat back and cut Tha Carter back up, oh, for sure

Aye, Big Mike, they better step they's authority up

Before they step to a sergeant's son, I got army gun

You **** never harming young

Fly Wizzy, my opponent's done, I'm done talking (Shut up)

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 as shit, to her thong and shit

Well, here we go, so hold on to this, oh, let's go

Hold on, let me hit the blunt again

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 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

Birdman, put them **** in a trash can

Leave 'em outside of your door, I'm your trashman

I'm steady lighting up the hash and riding in my Jag

You will need a gas mask, man

You snakes, stop hiding in the grass

Sooner or later I'll cut it, now the blade's in your ass

You homo **** getting AIDS in the ass

While the homie here trying to get paid in advance

I'm staying on my grizzy, I'm a bonafide hustler

Play me or play with me, then I'm gonna find your mother

**** wanna eat 'cause they ain't ate nothing

But **** 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

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

Call me when you fucking with me

Go DJ