I-20 - DTP for Life lyrics

[Hook: I-20] It's some real n***as here, it's some real n***as here It's some real, it's some real, it's some real n***as here It's some real n***as here, it's some real n***as here All the time we steady screamin' DTP for life! [Verse 1: I-20] It's clear who on top dawg, I guess I ain't supposed to count A 1/4 mill before the deal, my wife was spendin' most of that (yeah!) n***as buy the bar out, thinkin' they could hang with us fu*k it Chaka, buy the club cause we brought some change with us But if my money wasn't straight, I'd go right back & rob a n***a I'm tryna get that Maybach & goin' back to maul the n***a! The Glock will scare most n***as, but some will try to act hard SK-32, call that sh** my black card! & everybody want somethin' you can bet yo' life on it Some hoes will try to give you head, others put a price on it I-Dub, young dealer, know the name & take it down Extacy to c**aine, bag it up & break it down & yeah this might surprise you, you are being lied to fu*k if he real I need some sh** that I can ride to Bang bang, shoot 'em up, n***a that's the motto here Livin' fo' today cause you might not see tomorrow here [Hook: I-20] Repeat 2X [Lil' Fate talking in background] Tell 'em, tell 'em!!! Yeeah (yeeah), look [Verse 2: Lil' Fate] I ain't gotta try dawg, I can get gangsta too The ground'll be Blood red, your face'll be Crip blue Can of whoop-a** I'mma open soon as I spot you For talkin' all that bullsh** off in them interviews We ain't gotta rob you, we gettin' money over here No album dropped, still shawty is a millionaire Put a price on your head if you wanna take it there Funeral, front row, mama cryin' +Right Thurr+ +Jackpot+ took shots and got dropped all because He was poppin' off at the mouth like a ho does b**h you can't expose us, naw it ain't no love When you see us in the streets act like you don't know us Slim said, "Don't let up!" so I had to stay on him Just to set the record straight - this is Lil' Fate, homie Only use if you or don't know me to light up the streets Better watch your words when you talkin' 'bout Disturbing Tha Peace [Hook: I-20] Repeat 2X [Verse 3: Ludacris] Hailin' from Blacklanta Metropolis & hangin' on the block with us You don't need laser vision to see it ain't no fu*kIN' stoppin' us Keepin' a gang of n***as that be layin' down that murder game Get that a** flame broiled, you SWEAR we worked at Burger King Swervin' mane, up and down the block Rock, steady cops Heavy on the booty of that Chevy please BELIEVE ME! Sippin' on that 'Nac I'm ready to put a n***a on his belly or his back Cause we ain't goin' down EASY! & that's if we go down at all, I'm quick to throw down & brawl I'll punch a hater in his throat for talkin' nonsense (blah!) & we won't back down at all until you back down and fall So tell Osama DTP's about that bomb sh** (blah!) We convicts like Akon & Young Jeez I can blow you off the map with two grips & one squeeze (aaahhh!) Just for walkin' on my turf you pay fees Or get a bullet to yo' teeth, tell these boys to say, "CHEESE!!!" [Hook: I-20] Repeat 2X