My Prerogative Lyrics

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