Rusty Cundieff - f** The Security Guards lyrics

NWH say, f** 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 who*e Just a slob in an ill fittin' suit Got a little bit of power so you want to act a fool Let some sh** 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 every time I shop I'm getting clocked by some wanna be cop Follows me around like a magnet Eyes on my a** like a 2 bit f*ggot 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 s**er straight I turn around and say, yo punk, get out my face An he wastes no time pointin' to his fake badge And real night stick that could make a n***a 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 sh** 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 motherf**er go He's dead on the ground by the time I let the trigger go f** the security guards Goin' to the game with the NWH 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 Eyeballin' the hookas, checkin' out the score But here comes a s**a on a weak a** mission Gonna start some sh** about my admission To the game and asks to see my ticket Is this your seat' and all that sh** I ain't with it I say, I'll move when the other motherf**ers come Until then can't a brother have some fun But he wanna be so hard Gotta run the whole yard the punk motherf**er Shoulda brought a bodyguard for his damn self 'Cause you see, security guards don't mean sh** 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 s**ers come So we break to the doors, cut across the floor Trippin' over bodies, leaving s**ers sore Sin fire-power and all that heat the final result The security guards get beat f** 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 sh**s 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 sh** 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 sh** too far and push 'em right To the edge of ledge to the corner of the precipice And see if the s**a's gonna hedge On what he's supposed 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 When a fade a** cop gets ready prey On the NWH crew, it's a security guard So what you gonna do? Just f** the security guards