2 Hands and a Razor

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah well check game you know what I'm sayin Muthafucka step outside you know what I'm sayin Ya Dig? Then get my muthafuckin Chronic sack, know what I'm sayin Turn around, motherfucker sheriff Motherfucker got his hand in my goddamn back pocket and shit Handcuffed a nigga Threw him on the backseat, search a nigga car Find his goddamn strap, now I'm up in this motherfucker Straight caught up, Fuck it though, you know Verse 1 Soon as a nigga steps up in the county I see killaz goin to the row It was a riot kickin off early up in the dorm next door I'm up in the 9500 where the shankin is on If you up in the LA county, nigga you feelin me strong It's a mini penitentiary one OG said Security Guard fast tapped a shank up under our bed And bust them headz with a flashlight at 3 in the morning Waken your ass up with a BLEW, nigga put you blues on And get the fuck up out the bunk we gonna go for a walk Police got a code of silence, see none of them talk About the shit that be goin on up in the County Jail 5 guards handcuffed a nigga beat him to death in his cell See 3 days is like a month, 3 months is like a year Cause you can get your throat slit from ear to ear I wish somebody would help me out in the situation I'm in But there ain't no love up in the County Cause your foes got to be your friend... If the guard want to come and find mine 2 hands and a Razor blade Then the officer gonna have to get my 2 hands off the razor blade When I wake up in the morning and see it again Then someones gonna have to end up D.D.Dead And if your Friend got soaked then he a D.D.Dead Yeah you know what I'm sayin, you dig, a motherfucker bail up in there They try to slang a nigga all over the place Like a little ol bitch or something But you know what I'm saying I'm a hardcore motherfucker, you know what I'm saying But anyway it go down like this, you know what I'm saying They tell a nigga strip down naked and shit, you know what I'm saying In the shower with thirty motherfuckers But there's only ten motherfuckin showers, you know what I'm saying Then they throw a nigga somebody else's drawers Shit all too big too small, man that shit ain't cool mayne Verse 2 Murder, it's just a part of the game, you get you jugular opened Up if you say the say the wrong niggas name, I hear the guard screamin Shut the fuck up, and as I look to my right side I see Niggas gettin cut, shanked, stabbed, wounded, sliced Watch your Adam's apple when the guards hit the lights But the real niggas luv me, know I'm 1990-sick Plus I'm not the type of nigga that won't swole up quick So past me the potatoes nigga, I don't mean to be rude But if you starve for a minute you gonna fuck with this fool Up in the county jail, niggas be startin them riots And if you see some of murder, shut you mouth and be quiet If you are hard keep your shank nigga, there ain't no tellin When the mafia bailin up in the cells where the niggas dwellin Only the strong survive, I ain't no motherfuckin cat I ain't got nine lives, so bring it on motherfucker I'm tellin him to bring it on in my cell Get my yokes on all night long Bustin lyrics with my killa partners they so sick Sittin around all night spittin bout G shit Said he had three keys the motherfuckers call him fiends Now he's stuck up in the county with some niggas like these Ain't no muthafuckin love in the county jail Picture you life a livin hell if you slangin yea... Chorus with news reporter If the guard want to come and find mine 2 hands and a Razor blade Then the officer gonna have to get my 2 hands off the razor blade When I wake up in the morning and see it again Then someones gonna have to end up D.D.Dead And if your Friend got soaked then he a D.D.Dead News reporter How a small law inforcement budget can't even put a dent On an estimated 100 billion dollars of weed in this business Verse 3 Keep your hands in your pockets and your shoulders to the wall Keep your hands in your pockets and your shoulders to the wall Keep your hands in your pockets and your shoulders to the wall And if you don't walk straight, then they gonna have to beat you Until you have to crawl, this ain't no bullshit You gonna mind somebody, niggas comin up in here Thinkin that they ballin like they John Gotti And still get the fuck broke off Take the hardest muthafucka and turn him into something soft I keep a shank up in my sandwich, so I can do damage To motherfuckers who wanna test my nuts and handle this Looked at my cellmate he threw up his set With 'Trigga Gotz No Heart' tattooed on his chest So know this gangsta shit is poppin, the guards is comin Motherfuckers is runnin, I hear the Po-Po gunnin While the bullets is screamin, get the fuck on the floor Niggas holler man damn it's the murder show So get you muthafuckin shank and nigga beware Of the Sh Sh Sheriff cause he's out there... 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