Suckas Need Bodyguards lyrics

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(Chorus)

Fake emcees, they always act hard
But won't walk the streets without their bodyguard
I hate fake emcees, they always act hard
But won't walk the streets without their bodyguard

(Verse 1)

Emcees can call it quits, all this is a warnin'
A murderous track with flamboyant absorbance
Retorting all these so-called artists actin' hard
Stomp on a n*gga, SMASH, broken glass shard
I can go fast and twist, trash they whole mass of lyrics
I'm past this sh*t, call A-F-R-O a masochist
Committin' mass murder with a microphone and instrumentals
Hit the mental, fix the intricate plot and mix within zone
But, case in point, rappers talk a lot of ish
Mind with this, most endin' fearful, talkin' to psychiatrists
My damage I've inflicted within the measurement
Pleasurin' their women, you talkin' a lot of mess
You better get your chest strapped, hollow point, bet that
You get axed, and your tracks ain't jack compared to me
You were never in life, my rhymes distort ya
Sometimes I wish your mom had an abortion!

(Chorus)

Fake emcees, they always act hard
But won't walk the streets without their bodyguard
I hate fake emcees, they always act hard
But won't walk the streets without their bodyguard

Fake emcees, they always act hard
But won't walk the streets without their bodyguard
I hate fake emcees, they always act hard
But won't walk the streets without their bodyguard

(Verse 2)

I'm vulgar with this, distorted your figure with most lyrics
Call me massive Shrek, I'm black ogre up in this b*tch
Most spitters show inner b*tch-ness when I appear
And no clearance, they all fear a n*gga, go figure
I'm known to be a mic ripper, R.I.P. leader
Leave ya black and white ass, mixed Zebra-ass in a vat of blood
Dismantled them, had to fuss with this man and such
Talkin' about, "I'll kill you now," and I said, "That's enough."
He say, "Meet me in this alley in about two hours."
I laughed it off, sayin', "It's your funeral."
I show up, this n*gga's no longer actin' hard
Turns out this motherf*cker done brung his bodyguard

(Chorus)

Fake emcees, they always act hard
But won't walk the streets without their bodyguard
I hate fake emcees, they always act hard
But won't walk the streets without their bodyguard

Fake emcees, they always act hard
But won't walk the streets without their bodyguard
I hate fake emcees, they always act hard
But won't walk the streets without their bodyguard

(Verse 3)

In conclusion, I've been a nuisance within confusion
I've ended feuds with violence and aligned brutal sh*t
n*ggas try to say that I be fakin' Jax and playin' around
Statin' how I'm never true to my word and I ain't astound
I had to remind the n*gga that they were bringin' protection
You wanna have a fair fight, get f*ckin' rid of him
f*ck it, if you wanna go violent, then hold a second
Let me get my Wesson, buck-knife, and brass knuckles, testin' me
Cut ya ass up, send you to Africa, rename you Ebony
You claim that you be a thug or G, n*gga, please
f*ckin' with that bodyguard will probably have you in a grave
n*gga actin' basic, straight replace ya
I don't play that sh*t, I'm too wise for this sh*t
I'm too live for this sh*t, I'm too hype for this sh*t
I'm too nice for this sh*t, but don't think I won't pop off
c*ck Glocks, drop you on the pavement, BLAW-KOW!
You can test me all you want
I'm the mental competitor
And always ahead of ya

(Chorus)

Fake emcees, they always act hard
But won't walk the streets without their bodyguard
I hate fake emcees, they always act hard
But won't walk the streets without their bodyguard

Fake emcees, they always act hard
But won't walk the streets without their bodyguard
I hate fake emcees, they always act hard
But won't walk the streets without their bodyguard

I hate fake emcees, they always act hard
Fake emcees, they always act hard

I hate fake emcees, they always act hard
Fake emcees, they always act hard

(Fade Out)

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