Feelin' This (feat. Armageaddon, Prospect & Big Pun) - Terror Squad/Armageaddon.mp3

[00:00.00] 作词 : C. Rios/J. Eaddy/R. Perez
[00:01.00] 作曲 : C. Rios/J. Eaddy/R. Perez
[00:15.60]It's on now
[00:15.81]Feel threatened by this
[00:17.61]T-squad
[00:23.37]T.s.
[00:23.52]Takin shit
[00:24.12][ verse 1: armageaddon ]
[00:25.56]We 12-cylinder-pushin drug dealer-killers, we feelin this
[00:28.05]Tec-9s with silver clips, my ?set's style? is still legit
[00:30.63]Ain't nothin changed
[00:31.38]You can tell i'm comin, cause the weather strange
[00:33.27]Armageaddon, the end of your life on whatever's in his range
[00:35.82]Never mind the notion of savin the lives of your friends
[00:38.43]Your sister, your cousins, your mother, even [edited]
[00:40.47]Will go and ride with me
[00:41.40]Through the levels of hell in this atrocity
[00:43.32]Bust my guns at the heavens till an angel fell on top of me
[00:45.90]He said his name was michael and introduced me to evil acts like
[00:48.75]Robbin parties and pumpin the shotie to keep em back
[00:51.03]Nobody move, nobody get burst open
[00:53.04]Just give up the jewels before your purse-totin-
[00:55.08]Ass become the first smokin
[00:56.31]Pop shit on my records, you lock stiff in my presence
[00:58.68]My squad gets respected for ****in the fifth and affect it
[01:01.02]Stick a chip in your [rectum]and pull your soul out your [asshole]
[01:03.78]And all for gettin cash with the blow i got from castro
[01:06.12][ chorus ]
[01:06.33]You gotta ask yourself how ill is this
[01:07.83]Only my thug bitches feelin this
[01:09.87]All in the clubs they be killin this
[01:11.43]You love the way we rip a track
[01:13.05]Where all my terrorist niggas at
[01:14.61]Show me some love, give me love
[01:16.38]You gotta ask yourself how ill is this
[01:18.06]Only my thug bitches feelin this
[01:20.07]All in the clubs they be killin this
[01:21.66]You love the way we rip a track
[01:23.28]We take a little love, then give it back
[01:25.17]We terror squad, terror squad
[01:26.28][ verse 2: prospect ]
[01:26.82]I master this, when i throw shots i'm slappin wrists
[01:29.49]Not inaccurate, niggas be actin if i ain't immaculate
[01:31.89]You packin it? better be bustin, i'm steadily rushin
[01:34.47]Up in your crib with a wig and my metal heavenly trusted
[01:37.20]You pussed it, but it ain't the cops
[01:38.70]Turn your back, and like you saw death
[01:40.35]Lost breath, i left you in shock
[01:41.82]You was amazed how the glock raised from the waist
[01:44.22]Got blazed in your face, was about to drop mace in the place
[01:47.40]Chill like i did enough, cause real niggas hit em up
[01:49.86]We'll leave it at that for the paramedics to pick it up
[01:52.35]This ain't a cartoon, i bring light to the darkroom
[01:54.90]And spark boom, step in my path, i leave a heart wound
[01:57.39]We pullin out without bustin, no, make no sense
[01:59.76]It's like d's lockin you up and don't take no prints
[02:02.19]Tell your man in the black van i like it when my canon react
[02:05.10]In one second that shit'll blow your family back
[02:15.06][ chorus ]
[02:15.99][ verse 3: big pun ]
[02:28.08]I thought i told you i only rap for the cheddar
[02:30.39]Keep the mac under the sweater, ready to clap any nigga
[02:32.91]Whether on stage or in the gutter
[02:34.80]I put you frontpage on the cover
[02:36.81]When i pump the gauge through your blubber
[02:38.58]You mutha****as better get protection
[02:40.56]I got a smith & wesson
[02:41.52]Strong enough to launch you up with _the jetsons_
[02:43.62]Spacely sprockets wanna face the prophet, taste the chocolate
[02:47.40]??? and disgrace your ???
[02:48.45]I lace the bastard, dr. evil let it rumble
[02:50.79]Get sent up **** it ??? bubble
[02:53.46]Lookin for trouble you've come to the right place
[02:55.53]Pun's out the ice age
[02:56.61]A caveman raised by a clan of white apes
[02:58.41]An urban legend, in god's eye the perfect seven
[03:01.29]The first to get in the devil's ass with a verse from heaven
[03:03.75]Reverse the emblem, he ain't ready for the logo
[03:06.24]Now he cursin and yellin like a baby for his bobo