I started with ten mack tens and ten clips and ten pens
Got ten times with'cha in the span of ten years
Bitch I'm ten times two on a scale of one to ten
I'll battle ten crews with the strength of ten men
At nine, I was into crime, sex, and drugs
Pushin' an '89 box Chevy sittin' on dubs
Nine thugs all ski masks, black suited with gloves
Break the imprinted chest with at least nine slugs
Man I ate eight clips with eight chicks, watching eight flicks
You's eight six if you ate pussy with fake lips
I figure eight when my mind goes in circles
Did I do that or was it mystikal and erkul?
On to seven AK 47, so what?
I got seven hoes stoppin' by at seven to fuck
Then put seven in your chest seven days a week
And add a foot for good measure you'll be seven feet deep
It goes 10 9 8 7 6 5 4
3 2 murder 1 lyrics at your door
These DTP niggas come ready for war
So don't start the fucking game if you won't settle the score
I got six hoes distributing on six blocks
It's blistering from cops tryin' ta stop these rocks from distributing
Six gun shots left, one pint of vodka before this pimp will hit
It's street justice, now it's six hole in your casket
Give me a high five and I'll put that nine lower than your asophagus
Then smack you so hard that you have to come with two pacalypse
Five stars, twenty rims, five cars
I'd add more but I had to subtract one from five bars
I got four forty-fours on a rip on the floor
For you niggas talkin' shit, I'm fixin' to show you what for
I did four months in the bing instead of a hearst
Now it's DTP for life, for better or worse
I fuck three best friends, ran on all three the same game
In these streets I'm a murderer, I got three alias names
I'm three times insane, three shots will cave your brain
On three fire and ready, cock back and aim
It goes 10 9 8 7 6 5 4
3 2 murder 1 lyrics at your door
These DTP niggas come ready for war
So don't start the fucking game if you won't settle the score
I'm packing two twenty twos and twice the ammunition
But at Friday the 13th, what's up now superstition?
I'm a two timer with a couple of twins
Double jeopardy, with a pair of two deuces in the two seater Benz
I got one motto get dough till your gone
I got one main lady the rest of y'all is hoes
I'm numero uno with one more before I go
If you think I ain't the one bitch you too slow
And all you zero ass niggas ain't nothin' to me
Because I chop up O's, move drough, and chop keys
O six is my clique along with PC
Pretty Rick, Calil, V slim and Sean Dreaves
It goes 1 to 10 and 10 to 1
Ludacris, fate feeze, and that nigga I 20
It goes 1 to 10 and 10 to 1
Ludacris, fate feeze, and that nigga I 20
It goes 10 9 8 7 6 5 4
3 2 murder 1 lyrics at your door
These DTP niggas come ready for war
So don't start the fucking game if you won't settle the score
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