Prospect - Feelin' This lyrics

It's on now Feel threatened by this T-Squad T.S Takin sh** [ VERSE 1: Armageddon ] We 12-cylinder-pushin' drug dealer-k**ers, 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 j**els before your purse-totin' Ass become the first smokin' Pop sh** on my records, you lock stiff in my presence My Squad gets respected for co*kin' the fifth in effect Stick a chip in your [rectum] and pull your soul out your [a**hole] 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 n***as feelin' this All in the clubs they be k**in' this You love the way we rip a track Where all my terrorist n***as at? Show me some love, give me love You gotta ask yourself how ill is this Only my thug n***as feelin this All in the clubs they be k**in 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, n***as 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 d**h 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 n***as 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 sh**'ll blow your family back [ Hook ] [ 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 n***a Whether on stage or in the gutter I put you front page on the cover When I pump the gauge through your blubber You mothaf**as 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 ba*tard, co*k the Eagle, let it rumble Get sent up, f** 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 a** 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