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Текст песни Terror Squad - Feelin` This

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It`s on nowFeel threatened by thisT-SquadT.S.Takin shit[ VERSE 1: Armageaddon ]We 12-cylinder-pushin drug dealer-killers, we feelin thisTec-9s with silver clips, my ?set`s style? is still legitAin`t nothin changedYou can tell I`m comin, cause the weather strangeArmageaddon, the end of your life on whatever`s in his rangeNever mind the notion of savin the lives of your friendsYour sister, your cousins, your mother, even [edited]Will go and ride with meThrough the levels of hell in this atrocityBust my guns at the heavens till an angel fell on top of meHe said his name was Michael and introduced me to evil acts likeRobbin parties and pumpin the shotie to keep em backNobody move, nobody get burst openJust give up the jewels before your purse-totin-Ass become the first smokinPop shit on my records, you lock stiff in my presenceMy Squad gets respected for cockin the fifth and affect itStick 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 thisOnly my thug niggas feelin thisAll in the clubs they be killin thisYou love the way we rip a trackWhere all my terrorist niggas at?Show me some love, give me loveYou gotta ask yourself how ill is thisOnly my thug niggas feelin thisAll in the clubs they be killin thisYou love the way we rip a trackWe take a little love, then give it backWe Terror Squad, Terror Squad[ VERSE 2: Prospect ]I master this, when I throw shots I`m slappin wristsNot inaccurate, niggas be actin if I ain`t immaculateYou packin it? Better be bustin, I`m steadily rushinUp in your crib with a wig and my metal heavenly trustedYou pussed it, but it ain`t the copsTurn your back, and like you saw deathLost breath, I left you in shockYou was amazed how the glock raised from the waistGot blazed in your face, was about to drop mace in the placeChill like I did enough, cause real niggas hit em upWe`ll leave it at that for the paramedics to pick it upThis ain`t a cartoon, I bring light to the darkroomAnd spark boom, step in my path, I leave a heart woundWe pullin out without bustin, no, make no senseIt`s like d`s lockin you up and don`t take no printsTell your man in the black van I like it when my canon reactIn one second that shit`ll blow your family back[ CHORUS ][ VERSE 3: Big Pun ]I thought I told you I only rap for the cheddarKeep the Mac under the sweater, ready to clap any niggaWhether on stage or in the gutterI put you frontpage on the coverWhen I pump the gauge through your blubberYou muthafuckas better get protectionI got a Smith & WessonStrong 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 rumbleGet sent up fuck it ??? bubbleLookin for trouble you`ve come to the right placePun`s out the ice ageA caveman raised by a clan of white apesAn urban legend, in God`s eye the perfect sevenThe first to get in the devil`s ass with a verse from heavenReverse the emblem, he ain`t ready for the logoNow he cursin and yellin like a baby for his bobo

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