Gimme Dat Lyrics - Singles - Terror Squad

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