NWH say fuck the security guards
he ain't a cop but he still want to act hard
On patrol at a goddamn convenience store
get in check you just a chump minimum wage whore
Just a slob in an ill fittin suit
got a little bit of power so you want to act a fool
Let some shit break out and what you gonna do
can't get back-up cause you don't have a crew
But it seems like damn near everytime I shop
I'm getting clocked by some wanna be cop
Follows me around like a magnet
eyes on my ass like a 2 bit faggot
Why it gotta be that I'm treated like a thief because I'm black
and wear a pager on my jeans
So it seems I'm gonna have to set the sucker straight
I turn around and say yo punk get out my face
An he wastes no time pointin to his fake badge
an real night stick that could make a nigga hemorrhage
He got cuffs some mace and a gat on his hip
he makes a move but ice cold don't trip
Cause I'm wearin my hat and the shit feels good
besides all that I'm straight out of the neighborhood
With flow I pull my AK-47
gonna send an acme rents punk cop straight to heaven
Oh hell who cares where the motherfucker go
he's dead on the ground by the time I let the trigger go
Fuck the security guards
Goin to the game with the N.W.H crew
had seats in the back but they ain't got a view
Gonna go down front on the bogart tip
find a few empty seats gonna take a quick sit
In the front row we down on the floor eyballin the hookas
checkin out the score
But here comes a sucka on a weak ass mission
gonna start some shit about my admission to the game
an asks to see my ticket
'is this your seat' an all that shit I ain't with it
I say I'll move when the other motherfuckers come
until then can't a brother have some fun
But he wanna be so hard
gotta run the whole yard the punk mother fucker
shoulda brought a bodyguard for his damn self
cause you see, security guards don't mean shit to me
I throw a punch like a patriot missile
my boys back me up, for the punks dismissal
But he grabs his walkie-talkie drops the 411
'10-4' is the answer and a swarm of suckers come
So we break to the doors
cut across the floor trippin over bodies
leaving suckers sore
Usin fire-power and all that heat
the final result the security guards get beat
Fuck the security guards
Hit the snack and pump to get some gas
pump ten habib now give me my cash
Decide to get a yahoo for the ride
woulda got a forty but I don't drink and drive
So I go to the case in the back for a crack of the
jacked whacked sippity stacked soda pack
But every time I look down the aisle
I get ruled I'm bein watched like a child and the shits foul
I'm the security guard basher
meter maid smasher
wanna be axer wolf ticket catcher
All those who don't come legit get done real quick
and that ain't no bull shit
I get tired of him watchin me
I get attitude see and I need some release
to increase my own peace
So I signal to the crew in the car come on in
let's take some shit too far
an Push em right to the edge of ledge to the corner
of the precipice and see if the sucka's gonna hedge
On what he's sposed to do to the crew
if he don't back down we say it's on you
An excuse to get buck wild and move ghetto style
Cause ya shouldn't a been jockin me
shouldn't a been clockin me then I wouldn't a had to rock thee
But that's the way the game is played
whan a fade ass cop gets ready prey
On the nwh crew it's a security guard so what you gonna do, just
Fuck the security guards
