I'll battle ten crews with the strength of ten men
It's blistering from cops tryin' ta stop these rocks from distributing
Because I chop up O's, move drough, and chop keys
I got one motto get dough till your gone
Then put seven in your chest seven days a week
Got ten times with'cha in the span of ten years
At nine, I was into crime, sex, and drugs
But at Friday the 13th, what's up now superstition?
3 2 murder 1 lyrics at your door
I got one main lady the rest of y'all is hoes
Click, click
Pushin' an '89 box Chevy sittin' on dubs
These DTP niggas come ready for war
On to seven AK 47, so what?
Yeah
I got four forty-fours on a rip on the floor
Man I ate eight clips with eight chicks, watching eight flicks
It goes 10 9 8 7 6 5 4
I'm numero uno with one more before I go
So don't start the fucking game if you won't settle the score
I'm three times insane, three shots will cave your brain
In these streets I'm a murderer, I got three alias names
Did I do that or was it mystikal and erkul?
O six is my clique along with PC
Starrin' the beats baby
Break the imprinted chest with at least nine slugs
3 2 murder 1 lyrics at your door
So don't start the fucking game if you won't settle the score
I did four months in the bing instead of a hearst
I got seven hoes stoppin' by at seven to fuck
Ludacris, fate feeze, and that nigga I 20
Double jeopardy, with a pair of two deuces in the two seater Benz
It goes 1 to 10 and 10 to 1
If you think I ain't the one bitch you too slow
You's eight six if you ate pussy with fake lips
I figure eight when my mind goes in circles
On three fire and ready, cock back and aim
3 2 murder 1 lyrics at your door
It goes 1 to 10 and 10 to 1
Now it's DTP for life, for better or worse
These DTP niggas come ready for war
Bitch I'm ten times two on a scale of one to ten
And all you zero ass niggas ain't nothin' to me
I'd add more but I had to subtract one from five bars
I fuck three best friends, ran on all three the same game
These DTP niggas come ready for war
It goes 10 9 8 7 6 5 4
So don't start the fucking game if you won't settle the score
For you niggas talkin' shit, I'm fixin' to show you what for
Then smack you so hard that you have to come with two pacalypse
Five stars, twenty rims, five cars
I'm packing two twenty twos and twice the ammunition
It's street justice, now it's six hole in your casket
I started with ten mack tens and ten clips and ten pens
DTP nigga
It goes 10 9 8 7 6 5 4
Pretty Rick, Calil, V slim and Sean Dreaves
I'm a two timer with a couple of twins
Ludacris, fate feeze, and that nigga I 20
I got six hoes distributing on six blocks
Nine thugs all ski masks, black suited with gloves
And add a foot for good measure you'll be seven feet deep
Give me a high five and I'll put that nine lower than your asophagus
Six gun shots left, one pint of vodka before this pimp will hit
