(feat. Mannie Fresh) 
 
[Mannie Fresh talking] 
Yea, yea, yea 
Grown ups in between, children and babies 
Right about now its yo boy, ya heard, back again 
DJ Mannie 
Fre Fresh Err Fresh 
Fre Fresh Err Fresh 
Fre Fresh Err Fresh 
Fre Fresh Err Fresh 
 
Go DJ, that's my DJ 
Go DJ, that's my DJ 
Go DJ, that's my DJ 
Go DJ, yea 
Wit Weezy We, step up to the mic dude do watcha do, ya heard 
 
[Lil Wayne talking] 
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 yall out there to do for me is say this 
 
[Hook] 
Say go DJ, cuz that's my DJ 
Say go DJ, cuz that's my DJ 
Say go DJ, cuz that's my DJ 
Say go DJ, cuz that's my cuz that's my 
 
[Lil Wayne] 
Murder one on one, the hottest nigga under the sun 
I come from under the tummy, busting a tommy 
Or come from under your garments, yo 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 
Naw better yet a veteran a hall of fame 
I got that medicine, I'm better than all the names 
Ay its 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 yo brain 
Cuz the flow is spasmatic what they call insane 
That aint even a muthafuckin aim I get dough boy 
And you already know that pimping 
18 how I'm living young'n show that Bentley 
Stunna my Pa so you know that's in me 
Gotti my mentor so don't go there wit me 
 
[Hook] 
[Repeat X2] 
 
[Lil Wayne] 
And I move like the Coupe thru traffic 
Rush hour GT Bent' roof is absent 
Ya bitch present wit the music blasting 
And she keep asking how it shoot if its plastic 
I tell her you see if ya boy run up, she sat back and cut the Carter back 
up, oh fa sho 
Ay Big Mike they betta step they 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 wit 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, uh lets go 
 
[Lil Wayne talking] 
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 the Carter 
 
[Hook X1] 
 
[Lil Wayne] 
Birdman put them niggas in a trash can 
Leave em outside of your door I'm your trash man 
I'm steady lighting another 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 knock the blades in yo ass 
You homo niggas getting Aids in the ass 
While the homie here tryna get paid in advance 
I'm staying on my grizzy I'ma bonafide hustler 
Play me or play wit me then I'm going find your mother 
Niggas wanna eat cuz they ain't ate nothing 
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 residents with Rugers to your dome 
Like where the fuck you holding the coke, holding your throat, choke 
 
This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this 
This is the Carter 
 
[Hook X1] 
 
Go DJ, DJ, DJ
					 
					 
					
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