The Prodigy - My Priorities lyrics

Oh yeah, we here That's right, man, my n***as Light that sh** up, light that sh** up, oh yeah Check the bottle is packed at It's been live for the homies, that's R-A-P, you feel me What y'all n***as 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 ascension in place, I'm bringin' my heat For show, you never know, it might pop off Better save, than sorry n***as could never rob me Or reach they hand towards me in any type fashion f** what you heard a day, my sh**'s blastin' We here in the club, I get my contro' band in You f**in' with us, you rather s** maaad dick Before I squeeze, I aim for ya head than Without hesitation turn your sh** backwards Soon as I purchase my kicks I put the gem stars in So if they lock me up, my razor make mad hits Before I die the world gon' hear me And make me rich, my kids will be filthy Priorities: gun on, I'm ready for the day Two: tryin' to hit you before you hit me C: here a good n***a 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 sh**'d be straight n***a I don't shoot cars up, or shoot doors up That sh** 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' for the jobs well done I need to see a n***a drop before I make my gun stop And before I start shootin' I make sure you hops n***as 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 bu*ter VA style n***a you meat get smothered Mobb style n***a me and my blood brothers, k** Pretty boy rappers if they song speak of us Oh you shot n***as before, that's cool with me But you gonna need experience tunin' with P Before I came to Q.B. I was already dope Before all this rap sh** I was already bomb Priorities: my gun on I'm ready for the day Two: tryin' to hit you before you hit me C: here a good n***a 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 sh**'d be straight "You heard the one about the two bulls? Not yet Not yet.. well these two bulls are sittin' on a gra** In old overlookin' a herd of cows And the baby bull says: hey pop lets run down and f** one of those cows But the poppa bull says: no son, lets walk down and f** 'em all"