Mobb Deep - My Priorities Lyrics

[Pre-Intro: Prodigy]
Whao- whao! Whao- whao!
Whao- whao! Whao- whao!
Whao- whaooooooooo!

[Intro: Prodigy]
Oh!
Yeah... we here!
That's right!
My niggaz light that shit up! Light your shit up!
Oh, yea'! Oh, yea'!
Tappin' bottles back that!
Spit lines for the homies.
That's R.I.P., you feel me?
Aiight let's learn these niggaz sumtin'
We gon' run down the line like this...

[Prodigy:]
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, niggaz could neva rob me.
Or reach the hand toward me and in any type fashion
F*ck what you heard or think! - My shit blastin'!
We hittin' the club - I get my contraband
You f*ckin' with 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 hits!
Before I die - the world gon' hear me!
And make me rich! My kids will be filthy!

[Chorus: Prodigy]
My 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! - Tryna 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!

[Prodigy:]
Ayo! - Nigga I don't shoot cars up! - Or shoot dawgs up!
That shit I did when I was 16, 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!
Niggaz 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 niggaz before? - That's cool with' me!
'Cause you gon' need experience tunnin' with' P!
Before I came to QB - I was already thug
Before all this rap shit (right!) - I was already bugged!

[Chorus] [beat stops]