Fat Joe Feat Armageddon My Prerogative Lyrics

My Prerogative Lyrics

Fat Joe feat. Armageddon

 

 My Prerogative

 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