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My Prerogative

This song is by Fat Joe and appears on the album Don Cartagena (1998).

(Armageddon)
Yo, yeah yeah
T.S., T.S.
Armageddon, Terror Squad
It's my world (uh)
It's my world (uh)
What?
Check this out, yo

It's my life, it's my world, my prerogative
To push things and chase girls who dress provocative
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, uh

Chorus: repeat 2X

It's my life, it's my world, my prerogative
To push things and chase girls who dress provocative
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