[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   fresh-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 y'all out there to do for me is say this      [Hook]   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]   Spot 101 the hottest nigga i come from another party bust in a tomby i like arenecia yeah!    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 frame   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 muthafuckin 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      [Hook]   [Repeat X2]      [Lil Wayne]   And I move like the Coupe thru traffic   Rush hour GT Bent' roof is absent   Ya bitch present wit the music blastin   And she keep askin how it shoot if its plastic   I tell her you see if ya boy run up, she said back and cut the Carter back   up, oh fa sho   Ay Big Mike they betta step thangs its already up   Before they step to a sergeant's son, I got army guns   You niggas never harmin young, fly wizzy my opponents done, I'm done talking   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 bitch   Paraphony tips, her hair is long and shit, to her thong and shit   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      [Hook X1]      [Lil Wayne]   Birdman put them niggas in a trash can   Leave em outside of your door I'm your trash man   I'm steady lightin another hash and ridin in my jag   You will need a gas mask man   You snakes, stop hidin in the grass   Sooner or later I'll cut it knock the blades in yo ass   You homo niggas 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 goin find your mother   Niggas wanna eat cuz they aint ate nothin   But niggas 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 fuck you holdin the coke, holdin your throat, choke      This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this   This is the Carter      [Hook X1]      Go DJ, DJ, DJ