MC's be fakin' so now they get taken
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Chorus:
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Fake MC's, they always act hard
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But won't walk the street without they bodyguard
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I hate fake MC's, they always act hard
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But won't walk the street without they bodyguard
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Verse One:
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MC's I lay out like stiffs in the morgue
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Praise the lord you're in awe when I'm grippin the mic cord
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Rhymes I rip with swift execution
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One verse to coerce your girl to prostitution
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The Guru is now the brother you fear and
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beware when I'm making hits with premier and
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Rolling to a spot near you, lyrics tear through
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Chrome to your dome you better watch your rear view
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Niggaz been held back too long we're coming up
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In the streets we roll alone so watch me running up
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I'm summing up a mad posse of warriors
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Night crusaders able to break down barriers
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and bringing faces of death putting mc's to rest
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until there's no fake chumps left
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Run, step, yeah bounce nigga bounce
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My rhyme's a [cargo] when yours is just a quarter ounce
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Chorus 4X
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Verse Two:
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Gangstarr boy and that's beyond your comprehension
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Mad brothers in every city you can feel the tension
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To stop the killing wack mc's must die
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Who am ? I'm the substance that'll make your third eye cry
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Too potent, too high in intelligence quotient
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when I unleash my speech I'll have you punk rappers open
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I won't expose your names and your identities
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You know you're phoney get the fuck from in front of me
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Hardcore fans are fed up from your folklore
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Lines strip you raw and infect you like cold sores
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and I hope you're not the one that I'm after
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Since the days of adidas I've been a true master
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Chorus 4X
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Verse Three:
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I've been around punk but yo i still feel young
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A few of my crew members like to pack guns
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I'm high strung but don't mistake me when I smile
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I murder an entire rap chart with my freestyle
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After the killing just like casper I'm ghost
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Fakes thought I was friendly, at their wakes I was host
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Toast without a gun you'd be done
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Throw up your hands bitch and now you know you stand to lose one
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Choose one metaphor and then choose another
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Wax that ass like a bully have you calling your big brother
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Although I'm five foot eight they call me sargeant
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Got more hoes in my dick than you can fit in the garden
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At Madison Square I shot a fair one
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So many niggaz knew me that the kid wouldn't dare run
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MC's pay cash to ensure their safety
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They know they can't take me; the G-A-N-G, you crazy?
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I be on them like a message from god
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Knowledge of self while fake mc's play hard
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Chorus 4X
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Outro (2X):
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Fake mc's they always act hard
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I'm not a sucker so I don't need a bodyguard
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Suckaz Need Bodyguards
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Gang Starr |