Fat Joe

Fat Joe - My Prerogative lyrics

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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
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Language: English

Appearing on: Don Cartagena (1998)

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