Suckaz 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 [cargo] when yours is just a quarter ounce Chorus 4X