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