Feelin' This - Terror Squad
It's on now
Feel threatened by this
T-Squad
T.S.
Takin sh_t
[ VERSE 1: Armageaddon ]
We 12-cylinder-pushin drug dealer-killers, we feelin this
Tec-9s with silver clips, my ?set's style? is still legit
Ain't nothin changed
You can tell I'm comin, cause the weather strange
Armageaddon, the end of your life on whatever's in his range
Never mind the notion of savin the lives of your friends
Your sister, your cousins, your mother, even [edited]
Will go and ride with me
Through the levels of hell in this atrocity
Bust my guns at the heavens till an angel fell on top of me
He said his name was Michael and introduced me to evil acts like
Robbin parties and pumpin the shotie to keep em back
Nobody move, nobody get burst open
Just give up the jewels before your purse-totin-
Ass become the first smokin
Pop sh_t on my records, you lock stiff in my presence
My Squad gets respected for cockin the fifth and affect it
Stick a chip in your [rectum] and pull your soul out your [asshole]
And all for gettin cash with the blow I got from Castro
[ CHORUS ]
You gotta ask yourself how ill is this
Only my thug n_ggas feelin this
All in the clubs they be killin this
You love the way we rip a track
Where all my terrorist n_ggas at?
Show me some love, give me love
You gotta ask yourself how ill is this
Only my thug n_ggas feelin this
All in the clubs they be killin this
You love the way we rip a track
We take a little love, then give it back
We Terror Squad, Terror Squad
[ VERSE 2: Prospect ]
I master this, when I throw shots I'm slappin wrists
Not inaccurate, n_ggas be actin if I ain't immaculate
You packin it? Better be bustin, I'm steadily rushin
Up in your crib with a wig and my metal heavenly trusted
You pussed it, but it ain't the cops
Turn your back, and like you saw death
Lost breath, I left you in shock
You was amazed how the glock raised from the waist
Got blazed in your face, was about to drop mace in the place
Chill like I did enough, cause real n_ggas hit em up
We'll leave it at that for the paramedics to pick it up
This ain't a cartoon, I bring light to the darkroom
And spark boom, step in my path, I leave a heart wound
We pullin out without bustin, no, make no sense
It's like d's lockin you up and don't take no prints
Tell your man in the black van I like it when my canon react
In one second that sh_t'll blow your family back
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 3: Big Pun ]
I thought I told you I only rap for the cheddar
Keep the Mac under the sweater, ready to clap any n_gga
Whether on stage or in the gutter
I put you frontpage on the cover
When I pump the gauge through your blubber
You muthaf_ckas better get protection
I got a Smith & Wesson
Strong enough to launch you up with _The Jetsons_
Spacely Sprockets wanna face the prophet, taste the chocolate
??? and disgrace your ???
I lace the bastard, Dr. Evil let it rumble
Get sent up f_ck it ??? bubble
Lookin for trouble you've come to the right place
Pun's out the ice age
A caveman raised by a clan of white apes
An urban legend, in God's eye the perfect seven
The first to get in the devil's ass with a verse from heaven
Reverse the emblem, he ain't ready for the logo
Now he cursin and yellin like a baby for his bobo
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