My Prerogative Fat Joe (Ft. Armageddon)

[Intro: 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

[Verse 1: Armageddon]
It's my life, it's my world, my prerogative
To push things and chase girls who dress provacative
Terror Squad rock ice wider 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
Niggas is actin' up, but we ain't gettin' frisked at the door, uhh