Mannie Fresh - Go Dj lyrics

[Intro: Mannie Fresh & Lil Wayne] Grown-ups, in between, children and babies Right about now, is your boy, ya heard Back again, DJ Mannie Fresh Go DJ, that's my DJ Go DJ, that's my DJ Go DJ, that's my DJ Go DJ, yeah Well, Weezy Wee 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 [Verse 1] Murder 101 The hottest n***a under the sun I come from under the tummy Busting a Tommy You'll 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 Naw, better yet, a veteran in hall of fame I got that medicine, I'm better than all the names Ay, 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 your brain Cause the flow is spasmatic, what they call insane That ain't even my motherf**in' aim I gets dough, boy And you already know that pimpin' 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 with me (Let me hit the blunt first) [Hook] Go DJ, cause that's my DJ Say go DJ, cause that's my DJ (This is Tha Carter) Say go DJ, cause that's my DJ Say go DJ, cause that's my DJ (These n***as is hilarious) Go DJ, cause that's my DJ Say go DJ, cause that's my DJ (This is Tha Carter) Go DJ, cause that's my DJ Say go DJ, cause that's my DJ (Put your binoculars on, try to see me) Let's go [Verse 2] And I move like the coupe through traffic Rush hour, GT Bent', roof is absent Your b**h 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 Oh fa sho Ay Big Mike, they better step they's authority up Before they step to a sergeant's son I got army guns You n***as never harmin' Young Fly Wizzy, my opponent's done I'm done talkin' (Shut up) And I ain't just begun I been running my city like Diddy, you chump I fly by you in a foreign whip On the throttle With a model bony b**h Pair of phony tits Her hair is long as sh** To her thong and sh** Well here we go, so hold on to this Now let's go (Hold on let me hit the blunt again) So go This is Tha Carter [Hook] Say go DJ, cause that's my DJ Say go DJ, cause that's my DJ (These n***as so mad at me right now Fresh) Say go DJ, cause that's my DJ Say go DJ, cause that's my DJ (Guess what though, guess what) [Verse 3] Birdman Put them n***as in a trash can Leave 'em outside of your door I'm your trash man 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 gra** Sooner or later I'll cut it Now the blade's in your a** You h*mo n***as Getting AIDS in the a** While the homie here Trying to get paid in advance I'm staying on my grizzy I'm a bona fide hustler Play me or play with me Then I'm gonna find your mother n***as wanna eat Cause they ain't ate nothing But n***as wanna leave When you say you out of mustard So I'mma walk into the restaurant alone Leaving out, leaving behind just residue and bones In your residence with Rugers to your dome Like "Where the f** you holding the coke!?" Holding your throat, choke