1st & 10

[Intro: Ludacris, Fate Wilson, I-20, Fate Wilson & I-20]

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Yeah (Woo!)

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DTP, nigga!

[Verse 1: I-20]

I started with ten MAC-10s, 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

[Verse 2: Fate Wilson]

At nine, I was into crime, sex, and drugs

Pushin' the '89 Box Chevy sittin' on dubs

Nine thugs all ski masks, black-suited with gloves

Break the imprinted chest with at least nine slugs

[Verse 3: Ludacris]

Man, I ate eight clips with eight tricks, watching eight flicks (Ugh!)

You's eight-six' if you ate pussy with fake lips (Woo)

I figure-eight when my mind goes in circles

Did I do that? Or was it Mystikal and Urkel?

[Verse 4: I-20]

Order seven AK-47s, 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

[Chorus: I-20, Fate Wilson & Ludacris]

It goes, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four

Three, two, murder-one 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

[Verse 5: Fate Wilson]

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 holdin' your casket

[Verse 6: Ludacris]

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 (Woo)

Five stars, twenty rims, five cars (Okay)

I'd add more, but I had to subtract one from five bars

[Verse 7: I-20]

I got four forty-fours on the 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

[Verse 8: Fate Wilson]

I fuck three best friends, ran 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

[Chorus: I-20, Fate Wilson & Ludacris]

It goes, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four

Three, two, murder-one 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

[Verse 9: Ludacris]

I'm packing two twenty-twos (Blaow) and twice the ammunition (Yeah)

But at Friday the 13th—what's up now, superstition? (Woo)

I'm a two-timer with a couple of twins, double jeopardy

With a pair of two deuces in the two-seater Benz

[Verse 10: Fate Wilson]

I got one motto: Get dough 'til you go (Woo, woo)

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

[Verse 11: I-20]

And all you zero-ass niggas ain't nothin' to me (Ain't shit)

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

Oh-six is my clique, along with PC

Pretty Rick, Khalil, V-Slim, and Shondrez

[Bridge: Ludacris]

It goes, one to ten, and ten to one

Ludacris, Fate Feez', and that nigga I-Twen'

It goes, one to ten, and ten to one

Ludacris, Fate Feez', and that nigga I-Twen'

[Chorus: I-20, Fate Wilson & Ludacris]

It goes, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four (Okay)

Three, two, murder-one 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 (Woo, woo)

[Outro: Ludacris, I-20, & Fate Wilson]

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Disturbing Tha Peace!

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