MIKE G - Brown Bag ('04 FTA) lyrics

rate me

I'm still a hazardous spitta,

I figure I'd rap to get richer

But after that I remembered,

Most artist ain't painting pictures

So when I started I knew that they would thank me like November

Don't need a number one spot against you ranking contenders.

And people say a lot of things but they never say what's real

How the fuck you talking about MC's on my heels.

When they ain't got the same speed, we don't do the same things

Don't understand my words niggas like they can't read

Heard you're intimdated by people you can't be

And there's no coming to my level if your nose might bleed

So I got my shoes on, ain't no going slow

Shoot the other runners before they even say go, fuck 'em

Odd Future.

Ayo, I'm classic like '96 posted on the corner

No chain on, shoot up them niggas because I wanna

Fuck it, you'll see, don't bring your kids around me

Worse than that 24th fucking letter times three

You're a lame, I'm saying I ain't even in your range

Six banks one day, hit the block then change

That’s pretty much my only scheme to get rich

Cops come, answer the door like

"i ain't did shit"

Fuck em all Mindstate kill em all attitude

Body didn’t fit in the case like the other dude

There ya' go

Make your heart beat at a faster pace

Go to shows looking for rappers to lacerate

You hear hollering and you just heard doom

Tell em dont fear me, fear the fuckin full moon

Collect body parts and try to reattach at the seams

Like get em boys

Get the wolves on your own team

Fuck em

[Vince Staples]

Niggas don’t know what to mother fuckin' do

When that bullet hits your mother fuckin' head, bitch

We be on the block

Servin' rocks

Shootin Glocks

With the mother fuckin' neighborhood gang, ho

Hey I’m Mike G bet they know my name on your block

It’s funny I come around to watch everything stop

Nigga, red lights

Red dots

Pointed at ya headlights

Figure these niggas left cause their shit wasn’t dead right

OF Wolfgang, Number 1 asshole

Too many fuckin' bodies to worry about a death toll

All I know is Taco’s filming porno in the hotel

Earl fucking got away, Hodgy’s fuckin' duckin' jail

Vince is stashing murder weapons under the bottom bunk

And Tyler’s riding around with a bitch in his trunk

Speakers loud and distorted

Stickin' forks into outlets

Didn’t drop the body

Cause he left without the address

Had to call him up, ask why he wasn’t there yet

Said he swagged it out, so he didn’t use the MapQuest

Said he’d be surprised if he survived the night

Tell him dump the body in the first place you think is right

Like, they be on some raped sluts

I be on caked up

Raise cups to the fact that you ain’t wakin up

Take it how you want it, mother fucker get stuck

Bottom line is they are them

We are us

Fuck em!!