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GANG STARR lyrics : "Suckas Need Bodyguards"

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
^!$$%z 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 ^!$$% bounce
My rhyme's a [cargo] when yours is just a quarter ounce


[Chorus x4]


[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 $#&@ 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 x4]

[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 (*##$ and now you know you stand to lose one

Choose one metaphor and then choose another
Wax that $$# 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 ^!$$%z 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 x4]


[Outro x2:]


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

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