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DTP

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I started with ten MAC-10s, ten clips and ten pins

Got ten times richer in the span of ten years ****

I'm ten times two on a scale of one to ten

I'll battle ten crews with the strength of ten men

At night, I was in the club, sex and drugs

Pushing the '89 block Chevy, sitting on dubs

Nine thugs, all ski masks, black suited with gloves

Ready to imprint the chest with at least nine slugs

Man, I ate eight clips with eight tricks, watching eight blicks

You's eight sixed if you ate **** with fake lips

I figure eight when my mind goes in circles

Did I do that or was it Mystikal and Urkel

On the seventh AK-47, so what?

I got Santa **** stopping by seven to ****

They'll put seven in your chest, seven days a week

And they done flip a good mess, you'll be seven feet deep

It goes ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four

Three, two, murder one, lyrics at your door

These DTP **** come ready for war

So don't start the **** game if you won't settle the score

I got six **** distributing on six blocks, this is vision, where' I'm from

Problem is trying to stop these rocks from distributing

Six gunshots left one pine box, **** always pinch a hit

It's street justice, now it's six holding your casket

Give me a high five and I'll put the nine lower than your esophagus

Then smack you so hard, that you have to come with 2Pac'alypse

Five stars, twenty rims, five cars

I'd add more but I had to subtract one from five bars

I got four .44s on the whip, on the floor

For you **** talkers, I'm finna show you what for

I did four months in the bing, instead of a hearse

Now it's DTP for life, dog, for better or worse

I f****** three best friends, ran off 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 when ready, cock back and aim

It goes ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four

Three, two, murder one, lyrics at your door

These DTP **** come ready for war

So don't start the **** game if you won't settle the score

I'm packing two .22s and twice the ammunition

For that 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 you go

I got one main lady, the rest of y'all is ****

I'm numero uno with one more before I go

If you think I ain't the one, ****, you too slow

And all you zero **** ain't nothing to me

Because I chop up ****, move ****, with ****

Oh-six is my clique, along with PC

Pretty Rick, Khalil, V-Slim and Shondreez

It goes one to ten and ten to one

Ludacris fake fees and that **** hot twenty

It goes one to ten and ten to one

Ludacris fake fees and that **** hot twenty

It goes ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four

Three, two, murder one, lyrics at your door

These DTP **** come ready for war

So don't start the **** game if you won't settle the score