Lirik Lagu 1st & 10 (feat. I-20 of DTP) - Ludacris
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Click, clickClick, clickYeahClick, clickDTP nigga!
I started with ten mack tensAnd ten clips and ten pensGot ten times with'cha in the span of ten yearsBitch I'm ten times two on a scale of one to tenI'll battle ten crews with the strength of ten men
At nine, I was into crime, sex, and drugsPushin' an '89 Box Chevy sittin' on dubsNine thugs all ski masks, black suited with glovesBreak the imprinted chest with at least nine slugs
Man I ate eight clips with eight chicksWatching eight flicksYou's 8-6 if you ate pussy with fake lipsI figure eight when my mind goes in circlesDid I do that or was it Mystikal and Erkul?
On to 7 Ak 47, so what?I got seven hoes stoppin' by at seven to fuckThen put seven in your chest seven days a weekAnd add a foot for good measure you'll be seven feet deep
It goes 10-9-8-7-6-5-43-2-murder 1 lyrics at your doorThese DTP niggas come ready for warSo don't start the fucking gameIf you won't settle the score
I got six hoes distributing on six blocksIt's blistering from cops tryna stop these rocks from distributingSix gun shots leftOne pint of Vodka before this pimp will hitIt'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 asophagusThen smack you so hard that you have to come with 2pacalypseFive stars, twenty rims, five carsI'd add more but I had to subtract one from five bars
I got four forty-fours on a rip on the floorFor you niggas talkin' shitI'm fixin' to show you what forI did four months in the bing instead of a hearstNow it's DTP for life, for better or worse
I fuck three best friendsRan on all three the same gameIn these streets I'm a murdererI got three alias namesI'm three times insaneThree shots will cave your brainOn 3 fire and ready, cock back and aim
It goes 10-9-8-7-6-5-43-2-murder 1 lyrics at your doorThese DTP niggas come ready for warSo don't start the fucking gameIf you won't settle the score
I'm packing two twenty-twos and twice the ammunitionBut at Friday the 13thWhat's up now superstition?I'm a two timer with a couple of twinsDouble jeopardyWith a pair of two deuces in the two seater Benz
I got one motto get dough till your goneI got one main lady the rest of y'all is hoesI'm numero uno with one more before I goIf you think I ain't the one bitch you too slow
And all you zero ass niggas ain't nothin' to meBecause I chop up O's, move drough, and chop keys0-6 is my clique along with PCPretty Rick, Calil, V-Slim and Sean Dreaves
It goes 1 to 10 and 10 to 1Ludacris, Fake Feeze, and that nigga I-TwainIt goes 1 to 10 and 10 to 1Ludacris, Fake Feeze, and that nigga I-Twain
It goes 10-9-8-7-6-5-43-2-murder 1 lyrics at your doorThese DTP niggas come ready for warSo don't start the fucking gameIf you won't settle the score
I started with ten mack tensAnd ten clips and ten pensGot ten times with'cha in the span of ten yearsBitch I'm ten times two on a scale of one to tenI'll battle ten crews with the strength of ten men
At nine, I was into crime, sex, and drugsPushin' an '89 Box Chevy sittin' on dubsNine thugs all ski masks, black suited with glovesBreak the imprinted chest with at least nine slugs
Man I ate eight clips with eight chicksWatching eight flicksYou's 8-6 if you ate pussy with fake lipsI figure eight when my mind goes in circlesDid I do that or was it Mystikal and Erkul?
On to 7 Ak 47, so what?I got seven hoes stoppin' by at seven to fuckThen put seven in your chest seven days a weekAnd add a foot for good measure you'll be seven feet deep
It goes 10-9-8-7-6-5-43-2-murder 1 lyrics at your doorThese DTP niggas come ready for warSo don't start the fucking gameIf you won't settle the score
I got six hoes distributing on six blocksIt's blistering from cops tryna stop these rocks from distributingSix gun shots leftOne pint of Vodka before this pimp will hitIt'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 asophagusThen smack you so hard that you have to come with 2pacalypseFive stars, twenty rims, five carsI'd add more but I had to subtract one from five bars
I got four forty-fours on a rip on the floorFor you niggas talkin' shitI'm fixin' to show you what forI did four months in the bing instead of a hearstNow it's DTP for life, for better or worse
I fuck three best friendsRan on all three the same gameIn these streets I'm a murdererI got three alias namesI'm three times insaneThree shots will cave your brainOn 3 fire and ready, cock back and aim
It goes 10-9-8-7-6-5-43-2-murder 1 lyrics at your doorThese DTP niggas come ready for warSo don't start the fucking gameIf you won't settle the score
I'm packing two twenty-twos and twice the ammunitionBut at Friday the 13thWhat's up now superstition?I'm a two timer with a couple of twinsDouble jeopardyWith a pair of two deuces in the two seater Benz
I got one motto get dough till your goneI got one main lady the rest of y'all is hoesI'm numero uno with one more before I goIf you think I ain't the one bitch you too slow
And all you zero ass niggas ain't nothin' to meBecause I chop up O's, move drough, and chop keys0-6 is my clique along with PCPretty Rick, Calil, V-Slim and Sean Dreaves
It goes 1 to 10 and 10 to 1Ludacris, Fake Feeze, and that nigga I-TwainIt goes 1 to 10 and 10 to 1Ludacris, Fake Feeze, and that nigga I-Twain
It goes 10-9-8-7-6-5-43-2-murder 1 lyrics at your doorThese DTP niggas come ready for warSo don't start the fucking gameIf you won't settle the score
