Текст песни Terror Squad - Gimme Dat

The Album
Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: Terror Squad
Альбом: The Album
Длительность: 03:37
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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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