Gang Starr - Suckaz Need Bodyguards Lyrics
Mcs be fakin so now they get takenChorus:Fake mcs, they always act hardBut wont walk the street without they bodyguardI hate fake mcs, they always act hardBut wont walk the street without they bodyguardVerse one:Mcs I lay out like stiffs in the morguePraise the lord youre in awe when Im grippin the mic cordRhymes I rip with swift executionOne verse to coerce your girl to prostitutionThe guru is now the brother you fear andBeware when Im making hits with premier andRolling to a spot near you, lyrics tear throughChrome to your dome you better watch your rear viewNiggaz been held back too long were coming upIn the streets we roll alone so watch me running upIm summing up a mad posse of warriorsNight crusaders able to break down barriersAnd bringing faces of death putting mcs to restUntil theres no fake chumps leftRun, step, yeah bounce nigga bounceMy rhymes a [cargo] when yours is just a quarter ounceChorus 4xVerse two:Gangstarr boy and thats beyond your comprehensionMad brothers in every city you can feel the tensionTo stop the killing wack mcs must dieWho am ? Im the substance thatll make your third eye cryToo potent, too high in intelligence quotientWhen I unleash my speech Ill have you punk rappers openI wont expose your names and your identitiesYou know youre phoney get the ***** from in front of meHardcore fans are fed up from your folkloreLines strip you raw and infect you like cold soresAnd I hope youre not the one that Im afterSince the days of adidas Ive been a true masterChorus 4xVerse three:Ive been around punk but yo I still feel youngA few of my crew members like to pack gunsIm high strung but dont mistake me when I smileI murder an entire rap chart with my freestyleAfter the killing just like casper Im ghostFakes thought I was friendly, at their wakes I was hostToast without a gun youd be doneThrow up your hands ***** and now you know you stand to lose oneChoose one metaphor and then choose anotherWax that ass like a bully have you calling your big brotherAlthough Im five foot eight they call me sargeantGot more hoes in my dick than you can fit in the gardenAt madison square I shot a fair oneSo many niggaz knew me that the kid wouldnt dare runMcs pay cash to ensure their safetyThey know they cant take me; the g-a-n-g, you crazy?I be on them like a message from godKnowledge of self while fake mcs play hardChorus 4xOutro (2x):Fake mcs they always act hardIm not a sucker so I dont need a bodyguard
