My Prerogative Lyrics by Fat Joe

My Prerogative Lyrics

    [Armageddon]
    Yo, yea yea
    T.S., T.S.
    Armageddon, Terror Squad
    It's my world (uhh)
    It's my world (uhh)
    What?
    Check this out, yo

    It's my life, it's my world, my prerogative
    to push things and chase girls who dress provacative
    Terror Squad lock ice ? than Yugoslavians
    Run up in your building bust locks, and pull the lobby in
    Find me in the titty bars, pollyin with Mafians
    Got drunk and did somethin, now I'm hardly in the party and
    check the book in my Cardigan, it's sort of like my guardian
    Bless you with a halo and wings, on your back origin
    Armageddon bring the gates of heaven and bring the horror in
    Burnin last testaments, sinnin where all the garbage went
    Dominant, pull out the nine and spit, murder anonymous
    The finest bitch couldn't make me make monogamous promises
    First ? bitch, movin guns out of Providence
    Stackin paper like novelists, complicated like calculus
    Raps are marvelous, it's like I been here before
    Niggaz is actin up, but we ain't gettin frisked at the door, uhh

    Chorus: repeat 2X

    It's my life, it's my world, my prerogative
    to push things and chase girls who dress provacative
    Terror Squad, bottom line is we be rockin it
    The first stages of Armageddon and ain't no stoppin this

    My beats, my rhymes, join forces and form the hammer lock
    Trample box from Babylon to Camelot I turn sand to rock
    Slim's my man to heart, though he like to keep me amped a lot
    Your girl's ample hot, man I love the way she handle cock
    Blazin since the sample dropped, never will the glamour stop
    Claimin that you're vandal all you seen is roman candles pop
    Turn the hands on clocks and blow you back to your essence
    Then I'll go back in time and stomp your ass back to the present
    Packin the Wesson, actin unpleasant, Terror Squad shot on your presence
    We handle our blessings, just lay us where the baddest is resting
    Took this rap game, molded and mastered it
    Blast my shit, this song shames, any records played after it
    Bag the fattest whips with passengers that'll flip
    and piss on your body after blowin your lungs out the back of it
    Activists with guns, bring forth my arrival
    Armageddon's now, forget about the words in the Bible

    Chorus 2X

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