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