(feat. Mannie Fresh)
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[Mannie Fresh talking]
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Yea, yea, yea
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Grown ups in between, children and babies
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Right about now its yo boy, ya heard, back again
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DJ Mannie
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Fre Fresh Err Fresh
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Fre Fresh Err Fresh
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Fre Fresh Err Fresh
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Fre Fresh Err Fresh
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Go DJ, that's my DJ
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Go DJ, that's my DJ
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Go DJ, that's my DJ
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Go DJ, yea
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Wit Weezy We, step up to the mic dude do watcha do, ya heard
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[Lil Wayne talking]
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Ladies and gentlemen, what you have here is brought to you
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Courtesy of the young man young Carter and the great man Mannie Fresh
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So what I want yall out there to do for me is say this
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[Hook]
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Say go DJ, cuz that's my DJ
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Say go DJ, cuz that's my DJ
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Say go DJ, cuz that's my DJ
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Say go DJ, cuz that's my cuz that's my
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[Lil Wayne]
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Murder one on one, the hottest nigga under the sun
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I come from under the tummy, bustin a tommy
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Or come from under your garments, yo chest and your arm hit
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Pow, one to the head now you know he dead
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Now you know I play it, like a pro in the game
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Naw better yet a veteran a hall of fame
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I got that medicine, I'm better than all the names
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Ay its Cash Money Records man a lawless gang
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Put some water on the track, Fresh for all his frame
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Wear a helmet when you bang it man and guard yo brain
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Cuz the flow is spasmatic what they call insane
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That aint even a muthafuckin aim I get dough boy
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And you already know that pimpin
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18 how I'm livin young'n show that Bentley
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Stunna my Pa so you know that's in me
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Gotti my mentor so don't go there wit me
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[Hook]
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[Repeat X2]
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[Lil Wayne]
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And I move like the Coupe thru traffic
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Rush hour GT Bent' roof is absent
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Ya bitch present wit the music blastin
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And she keep askin how it shoot if its plastic
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I tell her you see if ya boy run up, she said back and cut the Carter back
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up, oh fa sho
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Ay Big Mike they betta step thangs its already up
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Before they step to a sergeant's son, I got army guns
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You niggas never harmin young, fly wizzy my opponents done, I'm done talking
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And I aint just begun, I been runnin my city like Diddy ya chump
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I fly by ya in a foreign whip, on the throttle wit a model bony bitch
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Paraphony tips, her hair is long and shit, to her thong and shit
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Well here we go so hold on to this, uh lets go
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[Lil Wayne talking]
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Hold on let me hit the blunt
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So go, so go
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This is the, this is the, this is the
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This is the, this is the, this is the
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This is the Carter
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[Hook X1]
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[Lil Wayne]
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Birdman put them niggas in a trash can
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Leave em outside of your door I'm your trash man
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I'm steady lightin another hash and ridin in my jag
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You will need a gas mask man
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You snakes, stop hidin in the grass
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Sooner or later I'll cut it knock the blades in yo ass
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You homo niggas getting Aids in the ass
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While the homie here tryna get paid in advance
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I'm stayin on my grizzy I'ma bonafide hustler
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Play me or play wit me then I'm goin find your mother
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Niggas wanna eat cuz they aint ate nothin
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But niggas wanna leave when you say you out of mustard
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So I'ma walk into the restaurant alone, leavin out
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Leavin behind just residue and bones
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In your residents with Rugers to your dome
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Like where the fuck you holdin the coke, holdin your throat, choke
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This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this
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This is the Carter
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[Hook X1]
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Go DJ, DJ, DJ
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Go DJ
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| Lil Wayne |
