2 Hands & A Razor Lyrics - Singles - Spice 1

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... 

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