Murder one oh one,
the hottest nigga under the sun
I come from under the tummy,
busting a Tommy
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
No better yet a veteran
in the hall of fame
I got that medicine,
I'm better than all the names
Hey its 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 yo' brain
'Cause the flow is spasmodic
what they call insane
That ain't even a motherfucking
aim I get dough boy
And you already know that pimping
Eighteen 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 wit' me
And I move like the Coupe through traffic
Rush hour G-T Bent' roof is absent
Ya bitch present wit' the music blasting
And she keep asking,
"How it shoot if its plastic?"
I tell her you see if ya boy run up
She sat back and cut Tha Carter back up ,
oh fo' sho'
Hey Big Mike they better step
they authority up
Before they step to a sergeant's son,
I got army guns
You niggas never harming young
Fly Wizzy my opponents done,
I'm done talking (shut up)
And I ain't just begun,
I been running my city like Diddy ya chump
I fly by ya in a foreign whip,
on the throttle wit' 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,
uh lets go
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 Tha Carter
Say go DJ, 'cause
that's
my DJ (that my DJ)
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ
(that my DJ)
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ
(Mannie Fresh that's a my DJ)
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my
'cause that's my
'Cause that's my, cause that's my
Birdman put them niggas in a trash can
Leave 'em outside of your door
I'm your trash man
I'm steady lighting another hash
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, now
the blades in yo' ass
You homo niggas getting Aids in the ass
While the homie here tryna
get paid in advance
I'm staying on my grizzy
I'm a bonafide hustler
Play me or play wit' me then I'm
going find your mother
Nig gas wanna eat cause they
ain't ate nothing
But niggas wanna leave when you
say you out of mustard
So I'm a 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
This, this, this, this, this, this, this,
This, this, this, this,
this, this, this is Tha Carter
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ
(an' that my DJ)
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cause that's
my 'cause that's my
Call me when you fuckin' wit' me go DJ
Lil Wayne 
