Feelin' This

[Intro: Armageddon]

It's on now

Feel threatened by this

T-Squad

T.S

Takin shit

[Verse 1: Armageddon ]

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

Your sister, your cousins, your mother, even the [edited] are going

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

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

[Hook: Armageddon]

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 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

Got blazed in your face, was about to drop maj[or] 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 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

[Hook: Armageddon]

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 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 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