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DTP ni**a

I started with ten mack tens, ten clips and ten pens
Got ten times richer 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 8-6 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 Urkel?

On to seven AK-47, so what?
I got seven hoes stoppin` by at seven to f**k
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 ni**as come ready for war
So don`t start the f**king game if you won`t settle the score

I got six hoes distributing on six blocks
It`s blistering from cops tryna 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 esophagus
Then smack you so hard that you have to come with 2Pacalypse
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 ni**as talkin` s**t, I`m finish, so you what for
I did four months in the bing instead of a Hearst
Now it`s DTP for life, dog for better or worse

I f**k 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, c**k back and aim

It goes 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4
3, 2 murder, 1 lyrics at your door
These DTP ni**as come ready for war
So don`t start the f**king 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 ni**as ain`t nothin` to me
Because I chop up O`s, move dro`, and chop keys
0-6 is my clique along with PC
Pretty Rick, Calil, V-Slim and Shondrez

It goes 1 to 10 and 10 to 1
Ludacris, Fake Feeze and that ni**a I-Twain
It goes 1 to 10 and 10 to 1
Ludacris, Fake Feeze and that ni**a I-Twain

It goes 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4
3, 2 murder, 1 lyrics at your door
These DTP ni**as come ready for war
So don`t start the f**king game if you won`t settle the score