Feelin' This (Feat. Armageaddon, Prospect & Big Pun)

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 rus