[Hook - Mannie Fresh]
Go DJ, cause that's my DJ
Say go DJ, cause that's my DJ
Murder 101. The hottest nigga under the sun
I came from under the tummy busting a tommy
Or 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'th 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 his 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 a motherfuckin' aim. I get dough boy
And you already know that pimpin'
18, how I'm living? Young'un, show that Bentley
Stunna my Pa so you know that's in me
Gotti my mentor so don't go there with me
And I move like the Coupe through traffic
Rush hour GT Bent': roof is absent
Your bitch present with the music blastin'
And she keep asking, "how it shoot if it's plastic?"
I tell her, "you see if your boy run up"
She sat back and cut the Carter back up, oh fa sho
Ay Big Mike: they better step they authority up
Before they step to a sergeant's son. I got army guns
You niggas never harmin' Young
Fly Wizzy, my opponent's done, I'm done talkin'
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 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, let's go!
Birdman, put them niggas in a trash can
Leave em outside of your door: I'm your trash man
I'm steady lighting up the hash, man
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 your ass
You homo niggas getting AIDS in the ass
While the homie here trying to get paid in advance
I'm staying on my grizzy I'mma bona fide hustler
Play me or play with me, then I'm gonna find your mother
Niggas wanna eat cause they ain't ate nothing
But niggas 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 fuck you holding the coke?" Holding your throat, choke!
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