The Alchemist, Prodigy of Mobb Deep - My Priorities lyrics
The Alchemist [Alan Daniel Maman] Beverly Hills, CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
[The Alchemist, Prodigy of Mobb Deep - My Priorities lyrics]
Oh yeah, we here
That's right, man, my niggas
Light that shit up, light that shit up
Oh yeah check the bottle is cracked at
It's been live for the homies
That's RIP you feel me
What y'all niggas know 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 occasion I'm bringin' my heat
Take my kids accessory place
I'm bringin' my heat
For show, you never know, it might pop off
Better safe
Than sorry niggas could never rob me
Or reach they hand towards me
In any type fashion
Fuck what you heard and think
My shit's blastin'
We here in the club, I get my contraband in
You fuckin' with us
You rather suck maaad dick
Before I squeeze, I aim for ya head than
Without hesitation turn your shit backwards
Soon as I purchase my kicks I
Put the gem stars in so if they lock me up
My razor make mad hit's
Before I die the world gon' hear me
And make me rich, my kids will be filthy
Priorities - my gun on
I'm ready for the day
Two - tryin' to hit you before you hit me
C - here a good nigga don't cross P
Four - balance my hatred and love more
E - tryin' to stay alive I only live once
Six - never let fear control me dunn
G - make the money money never made me
Eight - live by Four and shit'd be straight
Nigga I don't shoot cars up
Or shoot doors up
That shit I did when I was sixteen, word up
That's child's play now I got
A taste for blood
I gotta see some meat hangin'
'fore the job's well done
I need to see a nigga drop
Before I make my gun stop
And before I start shootin' I
Make sure you hops
Niggas wind me up and wind me up
Till I pop up on
Your scene like Jack-in-a-box
With the two topics cuttin'
At you like butter
VA style nigga you meat get smothered
Mobb style nigga me and my blood brothers
Kill
Pretty boy rappers if they song speak of us
Oh you shot niggas before?
That's cool with me
But you gonna need experience toolin' with P
Before I came to QB i was already thug
Before all this rap shit I was already bugged
Priorities - my gun on
I'm ready for the day
Two - tryin' to hit you before you hit me
C - here a good nigga don't cross P
Four - balance my hatred and love more
E - tryin' to stay alive I only live once
Six - never let fear control me dunn
G - make the money money never made me
Eight - live by Four and shit'd be straight
- Heard the one about the two bulls? Not yet
- Not yet well these two bulls
Are sittin on a grassy knoll
Overlookin a herd of Guernseys
And the baby bull says "Hey pop
Let's run down and fuck one of those cows"
But the papa bull says "No son
Let's walk down and fuck 'em all"
That's right, man, my niggas
Light that shit up, light that shit up
Oh yeah check the bottle is cracked at
It's been live for the homies
That's RIP you feel me
What y'all niggas know 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 occasion I'm bringin' my heat
Take my kids accessory place
I'm bringin' my heat
For show, you never know, it might pop off
Better safe
Than sorry niggas could never rob me
Or reach they hand towards me
In any type fashion
Fuck what you heard and think
My shit's blastin'
We here in the club, I get my contraband in
You fuckin' with us
You rather suck maaad dick
Before I squeeze, I aim for ya head than
Without hesitation turn your shit backwards
Soon as I purchase my kicks I
Put the gem stars in so if they lock me up
My razor make mad hit's
Before I die the world gon' hear me
And make me rich, my kids will be filthy
Priorities - my gun on
I'm ready for the day
Two - tryin' to hit you before you hit me
C - here a good nigga don't cross P
Four - balance my hatred and love more
E - tryin' to stay alive I only live once
Six - never let fear control me dunn
G - make the money money never made me
Eight - live by Four and shit'd be straight
Nigga I don't shoot cars up
Or shoot doors up
That shit I did when I was sixteen, word up
That's child's play now I got
A taste for blood
I gotta see some meat hangin'
'fore the job's well done
I need to see a nigga drop
Before I make my gun stop
And before I start shootin' I
Make sure you hops
Niggas wind me up and wind me up
Till I pop up on
Your scene like Jack-in-a-box
With the two topics cuttin'
At you like butter
VA style nigga you meat get smothered
Mobb style nigga me and my blood brothers
Kill
Pretty boy rappers if they song speak of us
Oh you shot niggas before?
That's cool with me
But you gonna need experience toolin' with P
Before I came to QB i was already thug
Before all this rap shit I was already bugged
Priorities - my gun on
I'm ready for the day
Two - tryin' to hit you before you hit me
C - here a good nigga don't cross P
Four - balance my hatred and love more
E - tryin' to stay alive I only live once
Six - never let fear control me dunn
G - make the money money never made me
Eight - live by Four and shit'd be straight
- Heard the one about the two bulls? Not yet
- Not yet well these two bulls
Are sittin on a grassy knoll
Overlookin a herd of Guernseys
And the baby bull says "Hey pop
Let's run down and fuck one of those cows"
But the papa bull says "No son
Let's walk down and fuck 'em all"