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