Songtext Suckaz need bodyguardz Gang Starr

Suckaz need bodyguardz

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 andbeware 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 upI'm summing up a mad posse of warriors
Night crusaders able to break down barriersand bringing faces of death putting mc's to restuntil there's no fake chumps left
Run, step, yeah bounce nigga bounce
My rhyme's a [cargo] when yours i sjust a quarter ounce Chorus 4
X 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 quotientwhen 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 soresand I hope you're not the one that I'm after
Since the days of adidas I've been a true master Chorus 4
X Verse Three: I've been around punk but yo i still feel young
A few of my crew members like to pack gunsI'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 runMC'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 4
X Outro (2X): Fake mc's they always act hardI'm not a sucker so I don't need a bodyguard