2 Hands And A Razor Lyrics by Spice 1

2 Hands And A Razor Lyrics

    Yeah well check game you know what i'm sayin
    Muthafucka step outside you know what i'm sayin
    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

    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 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
    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 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
    Awww too big too small, that shit ain't cool mayn

    Verse 2

    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 fuck 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 fuck 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 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 niggaz like these
    Ain't no muthafuckin 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
    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, niggaz 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 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
    Motherfuckers is runnin, i hear the po-po gunnin
    While the bullets is screamin, i hear get the fuck on the floor
    Niggaz 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...

    Blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa the 187, the 187, the 187, the 187
    The 187, the 187, the 187, the 187, the 187, the 187
    The 187, the 187, the 187, the 187, the 187, the 187
    The 187, the 187, the 187, the 187, the 187, the 187
    The 187, the 18blaaaaaaaaaaaaa


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