1st & 10 (Featuring Infamous 2-0 & Fate Wilson)

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DTP ****

I started with ten mack tens

And 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

Our battle tank cruise 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 tricks

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 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 **** 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' to 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 you casket

Give me a high 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 **** 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, dog 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 **** 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 gold

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 **** ain't nothin' to me

Because I chop up O's, move dro', and chop keys

'06 is my clique along with PC

Pretty Rick, Calil, V-Slim and Shondrez

It goes 1 to 10 and 10 to 1

Ludacris, Fake Freeze, and that **** I-Twain

It goes 1 to 10 and 10 to 1

Ludacris, Fake Freeze, and that **** I-Twain

It goes 10-9-8-7-6-5-4

3-2 murder 1 lyrics at your door

These DTP **** come ready for war

So don't start the fucking game

If you won't settle the score

We disturbing the peace, baby, whoa