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- Mobb Deep My Priorities 歌詞
- Mobb Deep
- Oh-Yea we here - thats right my niggaz light that shit up
Light your shit up oh-yea oh-yea
Tappin bottles back that spit lines for the homies
Thats R I P you feel me Aiight lets learn these niggaz 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 Im bringin the heat
Take my kids to Sesame Place Im bringin my heat
Fosho 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**k what you heard or think my shit blastin
We hittin the club; I get my contraband
You f**kin wit us Youd 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
Priorities; put my gun on Im ready for the day
Two; tryin hit you before you hit me
C; he a good nigga dont 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 dont 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
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 Thats 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
Priorities; put my gun on Im ready for the day
Two; tryin hit you before you hit me
C; he a good nigga dont 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
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