2 Hands & A Razorblade - Spice 1 Yeah well check game you know what I'm sayin Muthaf**ka step outside you know what I'm sayin Then get my muthaf**kin Chronic sack know what I'm sayin Turn around motherf**ker sheriff Motherf**ker 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 motherf**ker Straight caught up F**k it though you know 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 million penitentary one OG said Secerity 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 f**k 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 luv up in the County Cause your foe's 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 Murder it's just a part of the game you get you jugular opened Up if you say the say the wrong niggaz name I hear the guard screamin Shut the f**k up and as I look to my right side I see Niggaz gettin cut shanked stabbed wounded sliced Watch your adam's apple when the guards hit the lights But the real niggaz luv me though 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 f**k with this fool Up in the county jail niggaz 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 niggaz dwellin Only the strong survive I ain't no motherf**kin cat I ain't got nine lives so bring it on motherf**ker 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 motherf**kers call him fiends Now he's stuck up in the county with some niggaz like these Ain't no muthaf**kin luv up 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 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 niggaz comin up in here Thinkin that they bought it like they John Gotti And still get the f**k broke off Take the hardest muthaf**ka and turn him into something soft I keep a shank up in my sandwich so I can do damage To motherf**kers who wanna test my nuts and handle this Looked at my cellmate he threw up his set But Trigger guy so hard died with a tattoo on his chest So know this gangsta shit is poppin the guards is comin 404

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