Mobb Deep - My Priorities lyrics

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<i>[Intro: Prodigy]</i><br>

Oh-Yea, we here - that's right, my niggaz light that shit up<br>

Light your shit up, oh-yea, oh-yea<br>

Tappin' bottles back that, spit lines for the homies<br>

That's R.I.P., you feel me? Aiight let's learn these niggaz sumtin'<br>

We gon' run down the line like this...<br>

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<i>[Prodigy]</i><br>

Before I get the watch - I get the big glock<br>

Before I step foot in the V - I get the stash box<br>

No matter the casin', I'm bringin' the heat<br>

Take my kids to Sesame Place, I'm bringin' my heat<br>

Fo'sho, you neva know it might pop off<br>

Better safe than sorry, niggaz could neva rob me<br>

Or reach the hand toward me and in any type fashion<br>

Fuck what you heard or think my shit blastin'<br>

We hittin' the club; I get my contraband<br>

You fuckin' wit us? You'd rather suck madd dick<br>

Before I squeeze I aim at your hat then<br>

Without hesitation, turn your shit backwards<br>

Soon as I purchase my kicks; I put the gemstars in<br>

So if they lock me up; my razor makes madd hits<br>

Before I die, the world gon' hear me<br>

And make me rich, my kids will be filthy<br>

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<i>[Chorus: Prodigy]</i><br>

Priorities; put my gun on, I'm ready for the day<br>

Two; tryin' hit you before you hit me<br>

C; he a good nigga, don't call cross P<br>

Four; balance my hatred and love more<br>

E; tryin' to stay alive, only live once<br>

Six; neva let fear control me dunn<br>

G; make the money, money neva made me<br>

Eight; live by four, it should be straight<br>

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<i>[Prodigy]</i><br>

Ayo, nigga I don't shoot cars up or dawgs up<br>

That shit I did when I was sixteen, word up!<br>

That's child play now I gotta taste for blood<br>

I gotta see some meat hangin' 'fore the jobs well done<br>

I need to see a nigga drop 'fore I make my gun stop<br>

And before I start shootin', I make sure you hop<br>

Niggaz wind me up and wind me up<br>

'Til I pop up on your scene like Jack in the Box<br>

With the two toppings, cuttin' at you up like butter<br>

VA style nigga your meat get smothered<br>

Mobb style nigga me and my blood brothers kill<br>

Pretty boy, rappers if their songs speak others<br>

Oh you shot niggaz before? That's cool wit me<br>

'Cause you gon' need experience tunnin' wit P<br>

Before I came to QB, I was already thug<br>

Before all this rap shit, I was already bugged<br>

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<i>[Chorus: Prodigy]</i><br>

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