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My Prerogative
Fat Joe Song Lyrics





(Armageddon)Yo, yea yeaT.S., T.S.Armageddon, Terror SquadIt's my world (uhh)It's my world (uhh)What?Check this out, yoIt's my life, it's my world, my prerogativeto push things and chase girls who dress provacativeTerror Squad lock ice ? than YugoslaviansRun up in your building bust locks, and pull the lobby inFind me in the titty bars, pollyin with MafiansGot drunk and did somethin, now I'm hardly in the party andcheck the book in my Cardigan, it's sort of like my guardianBless you with a halo and wings, on your back originArmageddon bring the gates of heaven and bring the horror inBurnin last testaments, sinnin where all the garbage wentDominant, pull out the nine and spit, murder anonymousThe finest bitch couldn't make me make monogamous promisesFirst ? bitch, movin guns out of ProvidenceStackin paper like novelists, complicated like calculusRaps are marvelous, it's like I been here beforeNiggaz is actin up, but we ain't gettin frisked at the door, uhhChorus: repeat 2XIt's my life, it's my world, my prerogativeto push things and chase girls who dress provacativeTerror Squad, bottom line is we be rockin itThe first stages of Armageddon and ain't no stoppin thisMy beats, my rhymes, join forces and form the hammer lockTrample box from Babylon to Camelot I turn sand to rockSlim's my man to heart, though he like to keep me amped a lotYour girl's ample hot, man I love the way she handle cockBlazin since the sample dropped, never will the glamour stopClaimin that you're vandal all you seen is roman candles popTurn the hands on clocks and blow you back to your essenceThen I'll go back in time and stomp your ass back to the presentPackin the Wesson, actin unpleasant, Terror Squad shot on your presenceWe handle our blessings, just lay us where the baddest is restingTook this rap game, molded and mastered itBlast my shit, this song shames, any records played after itBag the fattest whips with passengers that'll flipand piss on your body after blowin your lungs out the back of itActivists with guns, bring forth my arrivalArmageddon's now, forget about the words in the BibleChorus 2X





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