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Terror Squad » Feelin' This
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	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 wanna 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
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