Mobb Deep - My Priorities lyrics
[Mobb Deep - My Priorities lyrics]
Oh-Yea, we here - that's right
My niggas light that shit up
Light your shit up, oh-yea, oh-yea
Tappin' bottles back that
Spit lines for the homies that's RIP
You feel me? Aiight let's
Learn these niggas sumtin'
We gon' run down the line like this
Before I get the watch - I get the big Glock
Before I step foot in the V
- I get the stash box no matter the casin'
I'm bringin' the heat
Take my kids to Sesame Place
I'm bringin' my heat
Fo'sho, you neva know it might pop off
Better safe than sorry
Niggas could neva rob me
Or reach the hand toward me
And in any type fashion
Fuck what you heard or
Think my shit blastin'
We hittin' the club I get my contraband
You fuckin' wit us? You'd
Rather suck madd dick
Before I squeeze I aim at your hat then
Without hesitation, turn your shit backwards
Soon as I purchase my kicks
I put the gemstars in so if they lock me up
My razor makes madd hit's
Before I die, the world gon' hear me
And make me rich, my kids will be filthy
Priorities put my gun on
I'm ready for the day
Two tryin' hit you before you hit me
C he a good nigga, don't call cross P
Four balance my hatred and love more
E tryin' to stay alive, only live once
Six neva let fear control me dunn
G make the money, money neva made me
Eight live by four, it should be straight
Ayo, nigga I don't shoot cars up or dawgs up
That shit I did when I was sixteen, word up!
That's child play now I
Gotta taste for blood
I gotta see some meat hangin'
'fore the jobs well done
I need to see a nigga drop
'fore I make my gun stop
And before I start shootin'
I make sure you hop
Niggas wind me up and wind me up
'Til I pop up on your scene
Like Jack in the Box with the two toppings
Cuttin' at you up like butter
VA style nigga your meat get smothered
Mobb style nigga me and
My blood brothers kill pretty boy
Rappers if their songs speak others
Oh you shot niggas before?
That's cool wit me
Cause you gon' need experience
Tunnin' wit P
Before I came to QB, I was already thug
Before all this rap shit
I was already bugged
My niggas light that shit up
Light your shit up, oh-yea, oh-yea
Tappin' bottles back that
Spit lines for the homies that's RIP
You feel me? Aiight let's
Learn these niggas sumtin'
We gon' run down the line like this
Before I get the watch - I get the big Glock
Before I step foot in the V
- I get the stash box no matter the casin'
I'm bringin' the heat
Take my kids to Sesame Place
I'm bringin' my heat
Fo'sho, you neva know it might pop off
Better safe than sorry
Niggas could neva rob me
Or reach the hand toward me
And in any type fashion
Fuck what you heard or
Think my shit blastin'
We hittin' the club I get my contraband
You fuckin' wit us? You'd
Rather suck madd dick
Before I squeeze I aim at your hat then
Without hesitation, turn your shit backwards
Soon as I purchase my kicks
I put the gemstars in so if they lock me up
My razor makes madd hit's
Before I die, the world gon' hear me
And make me rich, my kids will be filthy
Priorities put my gun on
I'm ready for the day
Two tryin' hit you before you hit me
C he a good nigga, don't call cross P
Four balance my hatred and love more
E tryin' to stay alive, only live once
Six neva let fear control me dunn
G make the money, money neva made me
Eight live by four, it should be straight
Ayo, nigga I don't shoot cars up or dawgs up
That shit I did when I was sixteen, word up!
That's child play now I
Gotta taste for blood
I gotta see some meat hangin'
'fore the jobs well done
I need to see a nigga drop
'fore I make my gun stop
And before I start shootin'
I make sure you hop
Niggas wind me up and wind me up
'Til I pop up on your scene
Like Jack in the Box with the two toppings
Cuttin' at you up like butter
VA style nigga your meat get smothered
Mobb style nigga me and
My blood brothers kill pretty boy
Rappers if their songs speak others
Oh you shot niggas before?
That's cool wit me
Cause you gon' need experience
Tunnin' wit P
Before I came to QB, I was already thug
Before all this rap shit
I was already bugged