Suckas Need Bodyguards

Lyrics

[Intro: Guru] MCs be fakin', so now they get taken [Chorus: Guru & Melachi the Nutcracker] Fake MCs, they always act hard But won't walk the streets without their bodyguard I hate fake MCs, they always act hard But won't walk the streets without their bodyguard [Verse 1: Guru] MCs are laid out like stiffs in the morgue Praise the Lord, you're in awe when I'm grippin' my mic cord Rhymes I rip with swift execution One verse could coerce your girl to prostitution The Guru is now the brother that you're fearin' 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 rearview Niggas been held back too long, we're coming up In the streets we roam 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 MCs to rest Until there's no fake chumps left Run, step, yeah, bounce, nigga, bounce My rhyme's are cargo and yours is just a quarter ounce [Chorus] Fake MCs, they always act hard But won't walk the streets without their bodyguard I hate fake MCs, they always act hard But won't walk the streets without their bodyguard Fake MCs, they always act hard But won't walk the streets without their bodyguard I hate fake MCs, they always act hard But won't walk the streets without their bodyguard [Verse 2: Guru] Gang Starr, boy, and that's beyond your comprehension Mad brothers in every city, you can feel the tension To stop the killing, wack MCs must die Who am I? 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 hopin' I won't expose your names and your identities You know you're phony, 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 [Chorus] Fake MCs, they always act hard But won't walk the streets without their bodyguard I hate fake MCs, they always act hard But won't walk the streets without their bodyguard Fake MCs, they always act hard But won't walk the streets without their bodyguard I hate fake MCs, they always act hard But won't walk the streets without their bodyguard [Verse 3: Guru] 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'll 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 sergeant Got more hoes on my dick than you can fit in the garden At Madison Square, I shot a fair one So many niggas knew me that the kid wouldn't dare run MCs pay cash to ensure their safety They know they can't take me, the G-A-N-G, you crazy? I'll be on them like a message from God Knowledge of self while fake MCs play hard [Chorus] Fake MCs, they always act hard But won't walk the streets without their bodyguard Fake MCs, they always act hard But won't walk the streets without their bodyguard I hate fake MCs, they always act hard But won't walk the streets without their bodyguard Fake MCs, they always act hard But won't walk the streets without their bodyguard [Outro] I hate fake MCs, they always act hard I'm not a sucker, so I don't need a bodyguard Fake MCs, they always act hard I'm not a sucker, so I don't need a bodyguard I hate fake MCs, they always act hard I'm not a sucker, so I don't need a bodyguard Fake MCs, they always act hard I'm not a sucker, so I don't need a bodyguard