[Intro: Ludacris, Fate Wilson, I-20, Fate Wilson & I-20]
\nClick, click
\n(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
\nClick, click, click
\nYeah (Woo!)
\nClick, click
\nDTP, nigga!
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\n[Verse 1: I-20]
\nI started with ten MAC-10s, ten clips, and ten pens
\nGot ten times richer in the span of ten years
\nBitch, I'm ten times two on a scale of one to ten
\nI'll battle ten crews with the strength of ten men
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\n[Verse 2: Fate Wilson]
\nAt nine, I was into crime, sex, and drugs
\nPushin' the '89 Box Chevy sittin' on dubs
\nNine thugs all ski masks, black-suited with gloves
\nBreak the imprinted chest with at least nine slugs
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\n[Verse 3: Ludacris]
\nMan, I ate eight clips with eight tricks, watching eight flicks (Ugh!)
\nYou's eight-six' if you ate pussy with fake lips (Woo)
\nI figure-eight when my mind goes in circles
\nDid I do that? Or was it Mystikal and Urkel?
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\n[Verse 4: I-20]
\nOrder seven AK-47s, so what?
\nI got seven hoes stoppin' by at seven to fuck
\nThen put seven in your chest seven days a week
\nAnd add a foot for good measure—you'll be seven feet deep
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\n[Chorus: I-20, Fate Wilson & Ludacris]
\nIt goes, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four
\nThree, two, murder-one lyrics at your door
\nThese DTP niggas come ready for war
\nSo don't start the fucking game if you won't settle the score
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\n[Verse 5: Fate Wilson]
\nI got six hoes distributing on six blocks—it's blistering
\nFrom cops tryna stop these rocks from distributing
\nSix gun shots left, one pint of Vodka before this pimp will hit
\nIt's street justice, now it's six holdin' your casket
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\n[Verse 6: Ludacris]
\nGive me a high-five and I'll put that nine lower than your esophagus
\nThen smack you so hard that you have to come with 2pacalypse (Woo)
\nFive stars, twenty rims, five cars (Okay)
\nI'd add more, but I had to subtract one from five bars
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\n[Verse 7: I-20]
\nI got four forty-fours on the rip on the floor
\nFor you niggas talkin' shit, I'm finna show you what for
\nI did four months in the bing instead of a hearse
\nNow it's DTP for life, dog, for better or worse
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\n[Verse 8: Fate Wilson]
\nI fuck three best friends, ran all three the same game
\nIn these streets, I'm a murderer—I got three alias names
\nI'm three times insane, three shots will cave your brain
\nOn three fire and ready, cock back and aim
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\n[Chorus: I-20, Fate Wilson & Ludacris]
\nIt goes, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four
\nThree, two, murder-one lyrics at your door
\nThese DTP niggas come ready for war
\nSo don't start the fucking game if you won't settle the score
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\n[Verse 9: Ludacris]
\nI'm packing two twenty-twos (Blaow) and twice the ammunition (Yeah)
\nBut at Friday the 13th—what's up now, superstition? (Woo)
\nI'm a two-timer with a couple of twins, double jeopardy
\nWith a pair of two deuces in the two-seater Benz
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\n[Verse 10: Fate Wilson]
\nI got one motto: Get dough 'til you go (Woo, woo)
\nI got one main lady—the rest of y'all is hoes
\nI'm numero uno, with one more before I go
\nIf you think I ain't the one, bitch, you too slow
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\n[Verse 11: I-20]
\nAnd all you zero-ass niggas ain't nothin' to me (Ain't shit)
\nBecause I chop up O's, move 'dro, and chop keys (Okay)
\nOh-six is my clique, along with PC
\nPretty Rick, Khalil, V-Slim, and Shondrez
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\n[Bridge: Ludacris]
\nIt goes, one to ten, and ten to one
\nLudacris, Fate Feez', and that nigga I-Twen'
\nIt goes, one to ten, and ten to one
\nLudacris, Fate Feez', and that nigga I-Twen'
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\n[Chorus: I-20, Fate Wilson & Ludacris]
\nIt goes, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four (Okay)
\nThree, two, murder-one lyrics at your door
\nThese DTP niggas come ready for war
\nSo don't start the fucking game if you won't settle the score (Woo, woo)
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\n[Outro: Ludacris, I-20, & Fate Wilson]
\nBrr-r-rat
\nHa, ha ha, ha-ha, ha
\nBrr-r-rat
\nHa, ha ha, ha-ha, ha
\nDisturbing Tha Peace!
\nBrr-r-rat
\nHa, ha ha, ha-ha, ha\n\n
