1.Gimme Dat
Lyricist：John Eaddy Iii
Lock that fuckin' door, yo
Lock all that shit
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 wild 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
Money, gimme dat
Power, g-gimme dat
Guns, gimme dat
Freedom, g-gimme dat
Pussy, gimme dat
Drugs, g-gimme dat
Gimme dat
Respect, better gimme dat
Money, gimme dat
Power, g-gimme dat
Guns, gimme dat
Freedom, g-gimme dat
Pussy, gimme dat
Drugs, g-gimme dat
Gimme dat
Respect, better gimme dat
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 epidermis
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 Armageddon 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
Money, gimme dat
Power, g-gimme dat
Guns, gimme dat
Freedom, g-gimme dat
Pussy, gimme dat
Drugs, g-gimme dat
Gimme dat
Respect, better gimme dat
Money, gimme dat
Power, g-gimme dat
Guns, gimme dat
Freedom, g-gimme dat
Pussy, gimme dat
Drugs, g-gimme dat
Gimme dat
Respect, better gimme dat
Money, gimme dat
Power, g-gimme dat
Guns, gimme dat
Freedom, g-gimme dat
Pussy, gimme dat
Drugs, g-gimme dat
Gimme dat
Respect, better gimme dat
Money, gimme dat
Power, g-gimme dat
Guns, gimme dat
Freedom, g-gimme dat
Pussy, gimme dat
Drugs, g-gimme dat
Gimme dat
Respect, better gimme dat
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, n 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
2.'99 Live
Lyricist：A Maman, R Perez
Don't be scared of this
Terror Sqaud
Don't be scared of this
That's right, that's right
Prospecto, follow me here now
Throw your hands up, my live niggas in the cut
Fut your triggers up, if you got love say
'Nigga, nigga what' like you don't give a fuck
Bitches playin' niggas just to get a buck, get a buck
Throw your hands up, my live niggas in the cut
Fut your triggers up, if you got love say
'Nigga, nigga what' like you don't give a fuck
Bitches playin' niggas just to get a buck, get a buck
Yo, it's the P R O S P E C T, I'm a thug you can't PH.D. me
Catch me in the back of the club switchin' it up
Type of nigga to get drunk and piss in your cup
Listen up to what it is, know a lotta mamis lovin' the triz
And some, they tryin' to pull it off right in front of the kids
Before I think about coming to cribs, I be lugging my glitz so
big
On the waist it be rubbing my ribs, it's very dangerous fuckin'
with this
I been doublin' chips holdin' my own with the chrome
double-grips
Up in the mix, caught a couple of vics when I used to fight
But I ain't been scufflin' since this is as tough as it gets
Never leave nothin' with prints or you get blast
And you're chopped up and stuffed in the fridge
They not playin' me, I perfected this game from A to Z
The ones I don't know will need ropes to hands and knees
Throw your hands up, my live niggas in the cut
Fut your triggers up, if you got love say
'Nigga, nigga what' like you don't give a fuck
Bitches playin' niggas just to get a buck, get a buck
Throw your hands up, my live niggas in the cut
Fut your triggers up, if you got love say
'Nigga, nigga what' like you don't give a fuck
Bitches playin' niggas just to get a buck, get a buck
This shit'll never stop, as long as I live, I'ma forever rock
And stop niggas right where they standin' when the biretta pop
My moms said I better not, but knew I had to
I said, 'I'm bustin' mines, and ain't nobody movin' at you'
She laughed too, like I was jokin', when I'm chrome-totin'
I have a nigga in his home hopin' I don't blow his dome open
I stay stoned, smokin' while I'm on the low, I'm copin'
A cool guy, but at times you catch me Tone-Locin'
Been through a lotta shit, but never had a bone broken
It's tragic how I rap shit with my own potion
From here to Hoboken I was hoppin' trains with no token
Now I'm on stage, they say I'm show-boatin' my flow potent
'Cause it's mixed in raw spell it backwards, it's 'War' the gat
spits
You back flip through the door I kill 'em all, Terror Squadian
style
I only get down with the crown, only partyin' wild, you heard me
Throw your hands up, my live niggas in the cut
Fut your triggers up, if you got love say
'Nigga, nigga what' like you don't give a fuck
Bitches playin' niggas just to get a buck, get a buck
Throw your hands up, my live niggas in the cut
Fut your triggers up, if you got love say
'Nigga, nigga what' like you don't give a fuck
Bitches playin' niggas just to get a buck, get a buck
Throw your hands up, my live niggas in the cut
Fut your triggers up, if you got love say
'Nigga, nigga what' like you don't give a fuck
Bitches playin' niggas just to get a buck, get a buck
Throw your hands up, my live niggas in the cut
Fut your triggers up, if you got love say
'Nigga, nigga what' like you don't give a fuck
Bitches playin' niggas just to get a buck, get a buck
Now everybody from B-K, throw 'em up
Now everybody from New Jerz, throw 'em up
Now everybody from Q-B, throw 'em up
Now everybody from the B-X, throw 'em up
Now everybody from Staten Island, throw 'em up
To all my partners from West side, throw 'em up
Now everybody from the East Coast, throw 'em up
If you Dirty like the South, throw 'em up, you better throw 'em
up
My man Big Pun, hit 'em up
My man Joey Crack, hit 'em up
The whole terror squad hit 'em up
The thoroughbreds, we hit 'em up
Prospect, '99
It's almost over, baby right
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