Click, click, click, Yeah, click, DTP
I started ten mack tens, ten clips and ten pens Got ten times richer in the span of ten I'm ten times two on a scale of one to ten I'll battle ten crews with the of ten men
At nine, I was into crime, sex, and an '89 Box Chevy sittin' on dubs Nine thugs all ski masks, black with gloves Break the imprinted chest with at least nine
Man I ate eight clips with eight watching eight flicks You's 8-6 if you ate with fake lips I figure eight when my mind goes in Did I Do That or was it and Urkel?
On to AK-47, so what? I got seven hoes stoppin' by at to fuck Then put seven in chest seven days a week And add a foot for measure you'll be seven feet deep
It 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4 3, 2 murder, 1 at your door These DTP come ready for war So don't start the fucking game if you settle the score
I got six hoes on six blocks blistering from cops tryna stop these rocks from distributing Six gun shots left, one of Vodka before this pimp will hit It's street justice, now it's six in your casket
Give me a high five and put that nine lower than your esophagus Then smack you so hard that you have to come with Five stars, rims, five cars I'd add more but I had to subtract one five bars
I got four on a rip on the floor For you talkin' shit, I'm finish, so you what for I did four months in the instead of a Hearst Now it's DTP for life, dog for or worse
I fuck three best friends, ran on all the same game In these streets I'm a murderer, I got three alias I'm three times insane, three will cave your brain On three fire and ready, back and aim
It 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4 3, 2 murder, 1 at your door These DTP niggas come for war So don't start the fucking game if you won't the score
I'm two twenty-twos and twice the ammunition But at Friday the 13th, up now superstition? I'm a two timer a couple of twins, double jeopardy With a pair of two in the two seater Benz
I got one motto get dough your gone I got one lady the rest of y'all is hoes I'm Uno with one more before I go If you think I the one bitch you too slow
And all you zero ass niggas ain't to me Because I chop up O's, dro', and chop keys 0-6 is my clique along PC Pretty Rick, Calil, and Shondrez
It 1 to 10 and 10 to 1 Ludacris, Fake Feeze and that nigga It 1 to 10 and 10 to 1 Ludacris, Fake and that nigga I-Twain
It 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4 3, 2 murder, 1 lyrics at door These DTP niggas come for war So don't start the fucking game if you settle the score