Letra Feelin' this (feat. armageaddon, prospect and big pun) Terror Squad

Feelin' this (feat. armageaddon, prospect and big pun)

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 atà

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 ità Better be bustin, I'm steadily rus