Fat Joe – My Prerogative ft. Armageddon

Download clean vinyl LP flac mp3 audio song by Fat Joe and this music is titled ‘My Prerogative ft. Armageddon’.

Actually this amazing song is popped out of his album which is titled “Don Cartagena” And was released on the year 1998.


Listen up below with full lyrics.



Yo yea yea

T.S. T.S.

Armageddon Terror Squad

It’s my world (uhh)

It’s my world (uhh)


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


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