| Feel threatened by this
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| T-Squad
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| T.S.
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| Takin shit
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| We 12-cylinder-pushin drug dealer-killers, we feelin this
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| Tec-9s with silver clips, my? |
| set's style? |
| is still legit
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| Ain’t nothin changed
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| You can tell I’m comin, cause the weather strange
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| Armageaddon, the end of your life on whatever’s in his range
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| Never mind the notion of savin the lives of your friends
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| Your sister, your cousins, your mother, even
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| Will go and ride with me Through the levels of hell in this atrocity
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| 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
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| Robbin parties and pumpin the shotie to keep em back
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| Nobody move, nobody get burst open
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| Just give up the jewels before your purse-totin-
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| Ass become the first smokin
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| Pop shit on my records, you lock stiff in my presence
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| My Squad gets respected for cockin the fifth and affect it Stick a chip in your and pull your soul out your
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| And all for gettin cash with the blow I got from Castro
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| You gotta ask yourself how ill is this
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| Only my thug niggas feelin this
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| All in the clubs they be killin this
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| You love the way we rip a track
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| Where all my terrorist niggas at?
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| Show me some love, give me love
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| You gotta ask yourself how ill is this
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| Only my thug niggas feelin this
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| All in the clubs they be killin this
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| You love the way we rip a track
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| We take a little love, then give it back
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| We Terror Squad, Terror Squad
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| I master this, when I throw shots I’m slappin wrists
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| Not inaccurate, niggas be actin if I ain’t immaculate
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| You packin it? |
| Better be bustin, I’m steadily rushin
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| Up in your crib with a wig and my metal heavenly trusted
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| You pussed it, but it ain’t the cops
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| Turn your back, and like you saw death
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| Lost breath, I left you in shock
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| You was amazed how the glock raised from the waist
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| Got blazed in your face, was about to drop mace in the place
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| 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
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| And spark boom, step in my path, I leave a heart wound
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| We pullin out without bustin, no, make no sense
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| It’s like d’s lockin you up and don’t take no prints
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| Tell your man in the black van I like it when my canon react
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| In one second that shit’ll blow your family back
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| I thought I told you I only rap for the cheddar
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| Keep the Mac under the sweater, ready to clap any nigga
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| Whether on stage or in the gutter
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| I put you frontpage on the cover
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| When I pump the gauge through your blubber
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| You muthafuckas better get protection
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| I got a Smith &Wesson
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| Strong enough to launch you up with _The Jetsons_
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| Spacely Sprockets wanna face the prophet, taste the chocolate
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| ??? |
| and disgrace your ???
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| I lace the bastard, Dr. Evil let it rumble
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| Get sent up fuck it ??? |
| bubble
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| Lookin for trouble you’ve come to the right place
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| Pun’s out the ice age
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| A caveman raised by a clan of white apes
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| An urban legend, in God’s eye the perfect seven
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| The first to get in the devil’s ass with a verse from heaven
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| Reverse the emblem, he ain’t ready for the logo
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| Now he cursin and yellin like a baby for his bobo |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Feelin' This , by - Terror Squad. Song from the album Terror Squad, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп