paroles de chanson Feelin' This (feat. Armageaddon, Prospect & Big Pun) - Terror Squad , Big Pun , Prospect
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
muthaf**kas
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
f**k
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
1 In For Life (feat. Big Pun, Triple Seis, Prospect, & Cuban Link)
2 Pass the Glock
3 Watcha Gon Do? (feat. Big Pun)
4 Triple Threat (feat. Armageaddon, Big Pun, & Cuban Link)
5 War (feat. Triple Seis)
6 Bring It On (feat. Fat Joe)
7 As The World Turns (feat. Cuban Link, Prospect, Triple Seis, & Tony Sunshine)
8 Feelin' This (feat. Armageaddon, Prospect & Big Pun)
9 All Around The World (feat. Cuban Link)
10 Rudeboy Salute (feat. Big Pun, Fat Joe & Buju Banton)
11 My Kinda Girls (feat. Tony Sunshine & Cuban Link)
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