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Fat Joe - My Prerogative lyrics
Featuring Armageddon] [Armageddon] Yo<b> </b>yea yea T.S.<b> </b>T.S. Armageddon<b> </b>Terror Squad It's my world (uhh) It's my world (uhh) What? Check this out<b> </b>yo It's my life<b> </b>it's my world<b> </b>my prerogative to push things and chase girls who dress provacative Terror Squad lock ice ? than Yugoslavians Run up in your building bust locks<b> </b>and pull the lobby in Find me in the titty bars<b> </b>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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