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Gang Starr - Suckaz Need Bodyguards

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MC`s be fakin` so now they get taken

Chorus:

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

Verse One:

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 verse 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

Chorus 4X

Verse Two:

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

Chorus 4X

Verse Three:

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

Chorus 4X

Outro (2X):

Fake mc`s they always act hard
I`m not a sucker so I don`t need a bodyguard

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