2 Hands and a Razor

Yeah well check game you know what I'm sayin'
Muthafucka step outside you know what I'm sayin'
Then get my mothafuckin' 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

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
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 luv up in the County
Cause your foe's got to be your friend

If the guard want to come and find mine
Two hands and a Razor blade
Then the officer gonna have to get my
Two 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' a dead motherfucker
Barely up in there, they try to slide around all over the place
Like a little bitch or something
They try to get him to calm down, but anyway it goes like this
They tell a nigga strip down to naked and shit
In the shower with thirty motherfuckers
But there's only ten in the shower
Then they tear off somebodies draws and be like
Aw too big too small, that shit ain't cool mayn

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, 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 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 mothafuckin' luv up in the county jail
Picture you life a livin' hell if you slangin yea

If the guard want to come and find mine
Two hands and a Razor blade
Then the officer gonna have to get my
Two 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.

How a small law enforcement budget can't even put a dent
On an estimated hundred billion dollars of weed in this business

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 bought it 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 want to 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'
Motherfuckers is runnin', I hear the Po-Po gunnin'
While the bullets is screamin', I hear get the fuck on the floor
Niggas holler man damn it's the murder show
So get you mothafuckin' shank and nigga beware
Of the Sh Sh Sheriff 'cause he's out there

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