Mike G - Brown Bag ('04 FTA) lyrics

[Verse 1: Mike G] 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 f** 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 n***as 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, f** 'em Odd Future [Verse 2: Mike G] Ayo, I'm cla**ic like '96 posted on the corner No chain on, shoot up them n***as because I wanna f** it, you'll see, don't bring your kids around me Worse than that 24th f**ing 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 sh**" f** em all Mindstate k** em all attitude Body didn't fit in the case like that'll do 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 f**in full moon Collect body parts and try to reattach at the seams Like get em boys Get the wolves on your own team f** em [Verse 3: Vince Staples] n***as don't know what to mother f**in' do When that bullet hits your mother f**in' head, b**h We be on the block Servin' rocks Shootin Glocks With the mother f**in' neighborhood gang, ho [Verse 4: Mike G] Hey I'm Mike G bet they know my name on your block It's funny I come around to watch everything stop n***a, red lights Red dots Pointed at ya headlights Figure these n***as left cause their sh** wasn't dead right OF Wolfgang, Number 1 a**hole Too many f**in' bodies to worry about a d**h toll All I know is Taco's filming p**no in the hotel Earl f**ing got away, Hodgy's f**in' duckin' jail Vince is stashing murder weapons under the bottom bunk And Tyler's riding around with a b**h 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 s*uts I be on caked up Raise cups to the fact that you ain't wakin up Take it how you want it, mother f**er get stuck Bottom line is they are them We are us f** em