Feelin' This Lyrics - Singles - Terror Squad

It's on now 

Feel threatened by this 

T-Squad 

T.S. 

Takin shit 

[ 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 shit 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 niggas feelin this 

All in the clubs they be killin this 

You love the way we rip a track 

Where all my terrorist niggas at? 

Show me some love, give me love 

You gotta ask yourself how ill is this 

Only my thug niggas 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, niggas 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 niggas 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 shit'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 nigga 

Whether on stage or in the gutter 

I put you frontpage on the cover 

When I pump the gauge through your blubber 

You muthafuckas better get protection 

I got a Smith & Wesson 

Strong enough to launch you up with _The Jetsons_ 

Spacely Sprockets want to face the prophet, taste the chocolate 

??? and disgrace your ??? 

I lace the bastard, Dr. Evil let it rumble 

Get sent up fuck 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