Suckas Need Bodyguards Lyrics - Gangstarr

MC's be fakin' so now they get taken 

Fake MC's, they always act hard 

But won't walk the street without they bodyguard 

I hate fake MC's, they always act hard 

But won't walk the street without they bodyguard 

MC's I lay out like stiffs in the morgue 

Praise the lord you're in awe when I'm grippin the mic cord 

Rhymes I rip with swift execution 

One to coerce your girl to prostitution 

The Guru is now the brother you fear and 

beware when I'm making hits with premier and 

Rolling to a spot near you, lyrics tear through 

Chrome to your dome you better watch your rear view 

Niggaz been held back too long we're coming up 

In the streets we roll alone so watch me running up 

I'm summing up a mad posse of warriors 

Night crusaders able to break down barriers 

and bringing faces of death putting mc's to rest 

until there's no fake chumps left 

Run, step, yeah bounce nigga bounce 

My rhyme's a (cargo) when yours is just a quarter ounce 

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Gangstarr boy and that's beyond your comprehension 

Mad brothers in every city you can feel the tension 

To stop the killing wack mc's must die 

Who am? I'm the substance that'll make your third eye cry 

Too potent, too high in intelligence quotient 

when I unleash my speech I'll have you punk rappers open 

I won't expose your names and your identities 

You know you're phoney get the fuck from in front of me 

Hardcore fans are fed up from your folklore 

Lines strip you raw and infect you like cold sores 

and I hope you're not the one that I'm after 

Since the days of adidas I've been a true master 

I've been around punk but yo i still feel young 

A few of my crew members like to pack guns 

I'm high strung but don't mistake me when I smile 

I murder an entire rap chart with my freestyle 

After the killing just like casper I'm ghost 

Fakes thought I was friendly, at their wakes I was host 

Toast without a gun you'd be done 

Throw up your hands bitch and now you know you stand to lose one 

Choose one metaphor and then choose another 

Wax that ass like a bully have you calling your big brother 

Although I'm five foot eight they call me sargeant 

Got more hoes in my dick than you can fit in the garden 

At Madison Square I shot a fair one 

So many niggaz knew me that the kid wouldn't dare run 

MC's pay cash to ensure their safety 

They know they can't take me; the G-A-N-G, you crazy? 

I be on them like a message from god 

Knowledge of self while fake mc's play hard 

Fake mc's they always act hard 

I'm not a sucker so I don't need a bodyguard