Priorities (feat. angel davenport & game)

[Intro: Tech n9ne]
You got the shit, mhhm
Where it's at then?,
Nigga fuck you,
Bitch ass nigga,

[Verse 1: Game]
I open my mouth and what comes out is dangerous,
Angel dust, mix it up with cocaine and just kill yourself in los angeles,
Niggas lost and jealous, couple tossed umbrellas, two hiding plus 45's is cocked blazing til we in clouds with pac,
Not to mention, these federal penitentiaries locking all my niggas up giving them half a century so the day they get out with alzheimer they won't remember me, and everything they did before 20 is faded memories

[Verse 2: Tech n9ne]
Hated enemies ready to finish me, government wanna limit these, men with g's spin it put them in a key,
Then it's me beginning this chemistry,
I am tangled, cause liven it's got a man strangled,
It's fandagled, hand me a plan from a damn angel,

[Verse 3: Angel davenport]
Angels in my city get it gritty, rioting off henny,
In clubs they act fast, packing, they gats got plenty,
When you in my streets better open your fucking eyes,
Niggas in front wanna take you down
In back wanna break your spine

[Verse 4: Game]
Stain inside broken glass,
And to forget it all we grab a bitch and poke her fast,
Walk her out holding ass,
Anything for that lambo, in years of holding cash,
Spend it on a couple strippers and forget to hold the gas

[Verse 5: Tech n9ne]
It's high, but it ain't like me,
I'm past the sky, you ask us why, we emotional and have to cry
Cause the cash is my way that I'm gonna last to die
But when they classify me as bad to the masses I

[Verse 6: Angel]
Dare you to go through all this sickness,
Need a minute come to my senses,
On block they pose, throw 'em to the dogs,
Pitbulls then they place all bets in,
Often I cop, often I fight bitches,
Launder they thoughts,
Launder them leave stitches,
Street vicious micro missions,
Still play the game with the end in a vision
Might...

[Verse 7: Game]
Give upon my holla, toss em' a couple dollas
Hit the window with them wipers, but forget your babies diapers,

[Verse 8: Tech, angel, & game]
And that's the reason why we forever minorities,
Hatred for all authorities,
Fucking up our priorities.