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Lock that fuckin door, yo |
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Lock all that shit |
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[ verse 1:armageaddon ] |
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Y'all muthafuckas can't hold me back |
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Holdin gats drunk off of cognac |
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Laughin at life and how my goal be makin the hoes react |
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Ridin in cars, out to get me eight full of shinin stars |
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Overwhelmin, any average rapper will find it hard |
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To deal with the way my squad puts metal to flesh |
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We rebels to death, leakin body heat, decimals less |
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My shotie completes the measure of death |
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I'm hittin your chest |
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I'm only 1100 double threat, beware of the rest |
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Terror squad's everywhere like weed smoke |
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If my pump shotie was sweet chokes |
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I'd twist the whole place with three strokes |
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Dump this ??? sawed-off barrel |
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I send your soul to follow the blast |
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And see how far the noise will travel |
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Big eaddie's name never lost his value |
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I told you before on joe's album |
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We been illin since the holy pharaohs |
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Run out of heat, i still burst you with bangers |
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Believe, me and violence connect and we have our own personal language |
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[ chorus ] |
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Money - gimme dat |
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Power - g-gimme dat |
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Guns - gimme dat |
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Freedom - g-gimme dat |
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Pussy - gimme dat |
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Drugs - g-gimme dat |
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( *shot* ) gimme dat |
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Respect, better gimme dat (2x) |
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[ verse 2: armageaddon ] |
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Hey yo, your era's over |
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And your peoples lack the charm or persona |
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The sound of my chrome be bangin from home to arizona |
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My gun be clickin like your chain on my neck, claim my respect |
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Give me a pound or feel the pain in your chest |
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I only bang with t.s. |
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That's some squad that god returned to the surface |
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Bustin scary-ass burners that burst through your epidermes |
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Niggas respect the verses, my shit is heat, so i'ma set the furnace |
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To burn whoever's yearnin to hurt this |
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Nigga, tell me i ain't bringin the pain |
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If i ain't leave in a train |
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I'm probably fleein from puttin 3 in your brain |
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See what i'm sayin, it's all about this |
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Guns, murder and chips |
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And i gathered all in the palm of my fist |
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This is who armageaddon is |
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Raw to the brain, i'm sort of insane |
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But yet in never fall in the game |
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It's not enough, i need to fatten my stacks |
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More guns - g-g-gimme dat |
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More power and respect - gimme dat |
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[ chorus ](4x) |
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Yo |
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See what i'm sayin? |
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Ain't no stoppin me |
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This was god's plan |
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This is what i am |
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This is who armageaddon is |
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In every sense of the word |
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Yo |
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Year 2000's around |
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And i'm still breathin life through my nostrils, bitch |
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I ain't goin nowhere |
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I'ma remain in your faces |
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Until my demise is televised |
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I told y'all niggas |
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Where my terrorists at? |
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Where all my terrorists at? |
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Throw your guns up in the air |
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More money! |
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More power! |
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More respect! |
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Take this muthafucka over |
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Fight for your muthafuckin freedom! |
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Bitch-ass niggas |
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Yeah, nigga |
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That's my life |
