Suckas Need Bodyguards

MCs be faking So gotta get taken Faked MCs They always act hard They won't walk the streets Without their bodyguard Hey faked MCs They always act hard They won't walk the streets Without their bodyguard MCs are laid out Like stiffes in a morgue Praise the Lord You're in awe When I'm gripping my mike cord Rhymes are ripped with swift execution One verse could coerce Your girl to prostitution The GURU is now the brother that you're fearing Beware when I'm making hits with Premaren Roll into a spot near you Lyrics tear through Foam to your dome You better watch your rear view Niggers been L-backed too long We're coming up In the streets we roam alone So watch me running up I'm summoning up A mad posse of warriors Night crusaders Who'll break down barriers And bring faces of death Putting MCs to rest Until there's no faked chumps left Rhyme, step Yeah, bounce nigger bounce My arms are cargo When yours is just a quarter ounce Faked MCs They always act hard They won't walk the streets Without their bodyguard Faked MCs They always act hard They won't walk the streets Without their bodyguard Faked MCs They always act hard They won't walk the streets Without their bodyguard Faked MCs They always act hard They won't walk the streets Without their bodyguard Gang Starr boys And that's beyond their comprehension Mad brothers in every city You can feel the tension To stop the killing-whacking MCs must die Who am I I'm the destruction That'll make your third eye cry Too potent Too high an intelligence quotient When I release my speech I'll have you puck rappers hoping I won't expose your names And your identities You know you're phonies Get the fuck from in front of me Hard core fans Are fed up from your folk look Blinds strip your 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 Faked MCs They always act hard They won't walk the streets Without their bodyguard Faked MCs They always act hard They won't walk the streets Without their bodyguard Faked MCs They always act hard They won't walk the streets Without their bodyguard Faked MCs They always act hard They won't walk the streets Without their bodyguard I've been around honk But yo I still feel young A few of my crew members Like to pack guns I'm highly strung But don't mistake me when I smile I murder and tie a rapshot With my freestyle After the killing Just like Casper and Bozz Fakes thought I was friendly at their wakes I was host Toast without a gun You'd be done Thrown up your heads bitch And now you know you stand to lose one Choose one metaphor And then choose another one Watch that ass like a bully Have you called in your big brother A long five foot eight They call me stodge I got more moles in my dick Than you could fit in the garden At Madison Square I shot a fair one So many niggers knew me That the kid wouldn't dare run MCs pay cash To ensure their safety They know they can't take me The J & G You crazy? I'll be on 'em like a message from God Knowledge of self They can see us play hard Faked MCs They always act hard They won't walk the streets Without their bodyguard Faked MCs They always act hard They won't walk the streets Without their bodyguard Faked MCs They always act hard They won't walk the streets Without their bodyguard Faked MCs They always act hard They won't walk the streets Without their bodyguard Faked MCs They always act hard I'm not a sucker so I don't need a bodyguard Faked MCs They always act hard I'm not a sucker so I don't need a bodyguard Faked MCs They always act hard I'm not a sucker so I don't need a bodyguard Faked MCs They always act hard I'm not a sucker so I don't need a bodyguard