Brian “Big Ba**” Gardner - Go DJ lyrics

[Hook: Mannie Fresh] Go DJ, cause that's my DJ Say go DJ, cause that's my DJ [Verse 1] Murder 101, The hottest n***a 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 this 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 my motherf**in' 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 [Hook] [Verse 2] And I move like the Coupe through traffic Rush hour GT Bent': roof is absent Your b**h 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 n***as 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 b**h Pair of phony tits, her hair is long and sh**, to her thong and sh** Well here we go, so hold on to this, let's go! [Hook] [Verse 3] Birdman, put them n***as 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 gra** Sooner or later I'll cut it, knock the blades in your a** You h*mo n***as getting AIDS in the a** 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 n***as wanna eat cause they ain't ate nothing But n***as 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 f** you holding the coke?" Holding your throat, choke!