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Grown ups, in between, children and babies |
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Right about now it's 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, yeah |
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Wit Weezy We, step up to the mic dude do watcha do, ya heard |
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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 |
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And the great man Mannie Fresh |
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So what I want y'all out there to do for me is say this |
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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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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 it's 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 ain't 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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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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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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And I move like the Coupe through 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 it's plastic |
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I tell her you see if ya boy run up |
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She said back and cut the Carter back 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 |
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Fly wizzy my opponents done, I'm done talking |
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And I aint just begun |
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I been runnin' my city like Diddy ya chump |
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I fly by ya in a foreign whip |
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On the throttle wit a model bony bitch |
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Pair a phony tits, 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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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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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, 'cuz that's my |
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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 ain't 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 |
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This is the Carter |
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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 DJ |
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Say go DJ |