Click, click, click, Yeah, click, DTP
I started with ten mack tens, ten clips and ten Got ten richer in the span of ten years Bitch I'm ten times two on a of one to ten I'll ten crews with the strength of ten men
At nine, I was into crime, sex, and Pushin' an '89 Box Chevy on dubs Nine thugs all ski masks, black suited gloves Break the imprinted chest with at nine slugs
Man I ate eight clips with chicks watching eight flicks You's 8-6 if you ate pussy fake lips I figure when my mind goes in circles Did I Do or was it Mystikal and Urkel?
On to AK-47, so what? I got seven hoes by at seven 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 niggas ready for war So start the fucking game if you won't settle the score
I got six hoes on six blocks It's from cops tryna stop these rocks from distributing Six gun shots left, one pint of Vodka before this will hit It's justice, now it's six hole in your casket
Give me a high and I'll put that nine lower than your esophagus Then smack you so hard that you to come with 2Pacalypse stars, twenty rims, five cars I'd add more but I had to subtract one from five
I got four on a rip on the floor For you niggas talkin' shit, I'm finish, so you for I did four months in the bing instead of a Now DTP for life, dog for better or worse
I fuck three best friends, ran on all three the game In these streets I'm a murderer, I got alias names I'm three times insane, three will cave your brain On fire and ready, cock back and aim
It 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4 3, 2 murder, 1 lyrics at your DTP niggas come ready 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 the 13th, what's up now superstition? I'm a two timer with a couple of twins, jeopardy a pair of two deuces in the two seater Benz
I got one get dough till your gone I got one main lady the of y'all is hoes I'm Numero Uno with one before I go If you think I the one bitch you too slow
And all you ass niggas ain't nothin' to me Because I chop up O's, move dro', and chop 0-6 is my clique along PC Pretty Rick, Calil, V-Slim and
It 1 to 10 and 10 to 1 Ludacris, Fake Feeze and nigga I-Twain It 1 to 10 and 10 to 1 Ludacris, Fake Feeze and that I-Twain
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 if you won't settle the score