Saturday (Ooh Ooh) - Ludacris



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DTP nigga!



I started with ten mack tens

And ten clips and ten pens

Got ten times with'cha 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 chicks

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 Erkul?



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 asophagus

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 fixin' to show you what for

I did four months in the bing instead of a hearst

Now it's DTP for l



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