Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Suckas Need Bodyguards, artist - Gang Starr. Date of issue: 07.03.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Suckas Need Bodyguards |
| 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 when yours is just a quarter ounce |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| Outro (2X): |
| Fake mc’s they always act hard |
| I’m not a sucker so I don’t need a bodyguard |