my priorities

"working late tonight doctor.?", 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 r.i.p. 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 hits, 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 q.b. 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"