Ludacris, Infamous 2-0, Fate Wilson - 1st & 10 lyrics
[Ludacris, Infamous 2-0, Fate Wilson - 1st & 10 lyrics]
Click, click click, click
Yeah click, click
DTP nigga!
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
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 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 7 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 niggas 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 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 niggas talkin' shit
I'm finna show you what for
I did four months in the
Bing instead of a hearse
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 3 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 niggas 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 'til you go
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 niggas
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, Fate Feeze, and that nigga I20
It goes 1 to 10 and 10 to 1
Ludacris, Fate Feeze, and that nigga I20
It goes 10-9-8-7-6-5-4
3-2-murder 1 lyrics at your door
These DTP niggas come ready for war
So don't start the fucking game if
You won't settle the score
Yeah click, click
DTP nigga!
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
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 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 7 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 niggas 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 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 niggas talkin' shit
I'm finna show you what for
I did four months in the
Bing instead of a hearse
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 3 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 niggas 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 'til you go
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 niggas
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, Fate Feeze, and that nigga I20
It goes 1 to 10 and 10 to 1
Ludacris, Fate Feeze, and that nigga I20
It goes 10-9-8-7-6-5-4
3-2-murder 1 lyrics at your door
These DTP niggas come ready for war
So don't start the fucking game if
You won't settle the score