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Lyrics for My Prerogative by Fat Joe:
| | | Artist: | Fat Joe |
| | Album: | Don Cartagena | | Track: | My Prerogative | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 104 | | | | Lyrics: | Featuring Armageddon]
[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
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
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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
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