My Prerogative Lyrics - Don Cartagena - Fat Joe

[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 

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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 

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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