Terror Squad - Gimme Dat - Sözleri

Lock that fuckin door, yo

Lock all that shit



[ verse 1: armageaddon ]

Y'all muthafuckas can't hold me back

Holdin gats drunk off of cognac

Laughin at life and how my goal be makin the hoes react

Ridin in cars, out to get me eight full of shinin stars

Overwhelmin, any average rapper will find it hard

To deal with the way my squad puts metal to flesh

We rebels to death, leakin body heat, decimals less

My shotie completes the measure of death

I'm hittin your chest

I'm only 1100 double threat, beware of the rest

Terror squad's everywhere like weed smoke

If my pump shotie was sweet chokes

I'd twist the whole place with three strokes

Dump this ? ? ? sawed-off barrel

I send your soul to follow the blast

And see how far the noise will travel

Big eaddie's name never lost his value

I told you before on joe's album

We been illin since the holy pharaohs

Run out of heat, I still burst you with bangers

Believe, me and violence connect and we have our own personal language



[ chorus ]

Money - gimme dat

Power - g-gimme dat

Guns - gimme dat

Freedom - g-gimme dat

Pussy - gimme dat

Drugs - g-gimme dat

( *shot* ) gimme dat

Respect, better gimme dat	(2x)



[ verse 2: armageaddon ]

Hey yo, your era's over

And your peoples lack the charm or persona

The sound of my chrome be bangin from home to arizona

My gun be clickin like your chain on my neck, claim my respect

Give me a pound or feel the pain in your chest

I only bang with t.s.

That's some squad that God returned to the surface

Bustin scary-ass burners that burst through your epidermes

Niggas respect the verses, my shit is heat, so i'ma set the furnace

To burn whoever's yearnin to hurt this

Nigga, tell me I ain't bringin the pain

If I ain't leave in a train

I'm probably fleein from puttin 3 in your brain

See what I'm sayin, it's all about this

Guns, murder and chips

And I gathered all in the palm of my fist

This is who armageaddon is

Raw to the brain, I'm sort of insane

But yet in never fall in the game

It's not enough, I need to fatten my stacks

More guns - g-g-gimme dat

More power and respect - gimme dat



[ chorus ]	(4x)



Yo

See what I'm sayin? 

Ain't no stoppin me

This was god's plan

This is what I am

This is who armageaddon is

In every sense of the word

Yo

Year 2000's around

And I'm still breathin life through my nostrils, bitch

I ain't goin nowhere

I'ma remain in your faces

Until my demise is televised

I told y'all niggas

Where my terrorists at? 

Where all my terrorists at? 

Throw your guns up in the air

More money!

More power!

More respect!

Take this muthafucka over

Fight for your muthafuckin freedom!

Bitch-ass niggas

Yeah, nigga

That's my life


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