Terror Squad - Feelin' This lyrics

It's on now feel threatened by this
T-Squad tS
Takin shit

We 12-cylinder-pushin' drug dealer-killers
We feelin' this tec-9s with silver clips
My set's town still legit
Ain't nothin' changed
You can tell I'm comin'
Cause the weather strange
Armageddon, the end of your life
And whatever's in his range
Never mind the notion of saving
The lives of your friends

Ride with me through the levels
Of hell in this atrocity
Bust my gun at the heavens til 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 shottie
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 in effect

And all for gettin' cash with the
Blow I got from Castro

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

I master this
When I throw shots and snap the 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 busted, 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

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 dark room
And spark boom, step in my path
I leave a heart wound
Me pullin' out without bustin'
Don't make no sense
That's like D's lockin' you up
And don't take no prints
Tell your man in the black you ain't
Like it when my cannon react in one second
That shit'll blow your family back

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

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 front page on the cover
When I pump the gauge through your blubber
You mothafuckas better get protection
I got a Smith & Wesson
Strong enough to launch you
Up with The Jetsons spacely's Sprockets
Wanna face the prophet? Taste the chocolate
When I hock
Spit on your grave and disgrace your Ma
So I lace the bastard, cock the Eagle
Let it rumble
Get sent up, fuck it, I'll still see ya
Buy the 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 eyes 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