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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
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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 nigg* under the sun
I come from under the tummy, bustin 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 muth*fkin aim I get dough boy
And you already know that pimpin
18 how I'm livin 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
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Repeat X2
Lil Wayne
And I move like the Coupe thru traffic
Rush hour GT Bent' roof is absent
Ya b*tch present wit the music blastin
And she keep askin, "how it shoot if it's plastic?"
I tell her you'll see if ya boy run up, she sat back and cut the Carter back
up, oh fa sho
Ay Big Mike they betta step theys authority up
Before they step to a sergeant's son, I got army guns
You never harmin young, fly wizzy my opponents done, I'm done talking (shut up)
And I aint just begun, I been runnin my city like Diddy ya chump
I fly by ya in a foreign whip, on the throttle wit a model bony b*tch
Pair a phony t*ts, her hair is long and s**t, to her thong and s**t
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
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Lil Wayne
Birdman put them in a trash can
Leave em outside of your door I'm your trash man
I'm steady lightin ****UP THE**** hash man ridin in my jag
You gone a need a gas mask man
You snakes, stop hidin in the grass
Sooner or later I'll cut it now the blades in yo ass
You homo getting AIDS in the ass
While the homie here tryna get paid in advance
I'm stayin on my grizzy I'ma bonafide hustler
Play me or play wit me then I'm gonna find your mother
wanna eat cuz they aint ate nothin
But wanna leave when you say you out of mustard
So I'ma walk into the restaurant alone, leavin out
Leavin behind just residue and bones
In your residents with Rugers to your dome
Like where the fk you holdin the coke, holdin your throat, choke
So go, so go
This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this,(y'all say it wit me) this, this, this, this
This is the Carter
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Go DJ, DJ, DJ
