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
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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