Suckas Need Bodyguards

MC's be fakin' so now they get taken

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

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