Текст песни Gang Starr - Suckaz Need Bodyguards
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MC`s be fakin` so now they get taken Chorus:Fake MC`s, they always act hardBut won`t walk the street without they bodyguardI hate fake MC`s, they always act hardBut won`t walk the street without they bodyguardVerse One: MC`s I lay out like stiffs in the morguePraise the lord you`re in awe when I`m grippin the mic cordRhymes I rip with swift executionOne verse to coerce your girl to prostitutionThe Guru is now the brother you fear andbeware when I`m making hits with premier andRolling to a spot near you, lyrics tear throughChrome to your dome you better watch your rear viewNiggaz been held back too long we`re coming upIn the streets we roll alone so watch me running upI`m summing up a mad posse of warriorsNight crusaders able to break down barriersand bringing faces of death putting mc`s to restuntil there`s no fake chumps leftRun, step, yeah bounce nigga bounceMy rhyme`s a [cargo] when yours is just a quarter ounce Chorus 4X Verse Two:Gangstarr boy and that`s beyond your comprehensionMad brothers in every city you can feel the tensionTo stop the killing wack mc`s must dieWho am ? I`m the substance that`ll make your third eye cryToo potent, too high in intelligence quotientwhen I unleash my speech I`ll have you punk rappers openI won`t expose your names and your identitiesYou know you`re phoney get the fuck from in front of meHardcore fans are fed up from your folkloreLines strip you raw and infect you like cold soresand I hope you`re not the one that I`m afterSince the days of adidas I`ve been a true master Chorus 4XVerse Three: I`ve been around punk but yo i still feel youngA few of my crew members like to pack gunsI`m high strung but don`t mistake me when I smileI murder an entire rap chart with my freestyleAfter the killing just like casper I`m ghostFakes thought I was friendly, at their wakes I was hostToast without a gun you`d be doneThrow up your hands bitch and now you know you stand to lose oneChoose one metaphor and then choose anotherWax that ass like a bully have you calling your big brotherAlthough I`m five foot eight they call me sargeantGot more hoes in my dick than you can fit in the gardenAt Madison Square I shot a fair oneSo many niggaz knew me that the kid wouldn`t dare runMC`s pay cash to ensure their safetyThey know they can`t take me; the G-A-N-G, you crazy?I be on them like a message from godKnowledge of self while fake mc`s play hard Chorus 4XOutro (2X): Fake mc`s they always act hardI`m not a sucker so I don`t need a bodyguard