Spice 1 - 2 Hands & a Razorblade Lyrics
Yeah well check game you know what I'm sayinMutha*****a step outside you know what I'm sayinThen get my mutha*****in Chronic sack, know what I'm sayinTurn around, mother*****er sheriffMother*****er got his hand in my goddamn back pocket and shitHandcuffed a niggaThrew him on the backseat, search a nigga carFind his goddamn strap, now I'm up in this mother*****erStraight caught up, ***** it though, you knowSoon as a nigga steps up in the countyI see killaz goin to the rowIt was a riot kickin off early up in the dorm next doorI'm up in the 9500 where the shankin is onIf you up in the LA county, nigga you feelin me strongIt's a million penitentary one OG saidSecerity Guard fast tapped a shank up under our bedAnd bust them headz with a flashlight at 3 in the morningWaken your ass up with a BLEW, nigga put you blues onAnd get the ***** up out the bunk we gonna go for a walkPolice got a code of silence, see none of them talkAbout the shit that be goin on up in the County Jail5 guards handcuffed a nigga beat him to death in his cellSee 3 days is like a month, 3 months is like a yearCause you can get your throat slit from ear to earI wish somebody would help me out in the situation I'm inBut there ain't no luv up in the Countycause your foe's got to be your friend...If the guard want to come and find mine2 hands and a Razor bladethen the officer gonna have to get my2 hands off the razor bladeWhen I wake up in the morning and see it againthen someones gonna have to end up D.D.Deadand if your Friend got soaked then he a D.D.Dead.Yeah you know what I'm sayin a dead mother*****erbarely up in there, they try to slide around all over the placelike a little ***** or somethingThey try to get him to calm down, but anyway it goes like thisThey tell a nigga strip down to ***** and shitin the shower with thirty mother*****ersBut there's only ten in the showerThen they tear off somebodies draws and be likeAwww 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 openedup if you say the say the wrong niggaz name, I hear the guard screaminshut the ***** up, and as I look to my right side I seeniggaz gettin cut, shanked, stabbed, wounded, slicedwatch your adam's apple when the guards hit the lightsbut the real niggaz luv me, though I'm 1990-sickplus I'm not the type of nigga that won't swole up quickso past me the potatoes nigga, I don't mean to be rudebut if you starve for a minute you gonna ***** with this foolup in the county jail, niggaz be startin them riotsand if you see some of murder, shut you mouth and be quietIf you are hard keep your shank nigga, there ain't no tellinwhen the mafia bailin up in the cells where the niggaz dwellinonly the strong survive, I ain't no mother*****in catI ain't got nine lives, so bring it on mother*****erI'm tellin him to bring it on in my cellGet my yokes on all night longBustin lyrics with my killa partners they so sicksittin around all night spittin bout G shitsaid he had three keys the mother*****ers call him fiendsnow he's stuck up in the county with some niggaz like theseain't no mutha*****in luv up in the county jailpicture you life a livin hell if you slangin yea...[Chorus with news reporter]If the guard want to come and find mine2 hands and a Razor bladeThen the officer gonna have to get my2 hands off the razor bladeWhen I wake up in the morning and see it againthen someones gonna have to end up D.D.Deadand if your Friend got soaked then he a D.D.Dead.[News reporter]How a small law inforcement budget can't even put a denton an estimated 100 billion dollars of weed in this business[Verse 3]Keep your hands in your pockets and your shoulders to the wallKeep your hands in your pockets and your shoulders to the wallKeep your hands in your pockets and your shoulders to the walland if you don't walk straight, then they gonna have to beat youuntil you have to crawl, this ain't no bullshityou gonna mind somebody, niggaz comin up in herethinkin that they bought it like they John Gottiand still get the ***** broke offtake the hardest mutha*****a and turn him into something softI keep a shank up in my sandwich, so I can do damageto mother*****ers who wanna test my nuts and handle thislooked at my cellmate he threw up his setbut Trigger guy so hard died with a tattoo on his chestso know this gangsta shit is poppin, the guards is cominMother*****ers is runnin, I hear the Po-Po gunninWhile the bullets is screamin, I hear get the ***** on the floorniggaz holler man damn it's the murder showso get you mutha*****in shank and nigga bewareof the Sh Sh Sheriff cause he's out there...BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA the 187, the 187, the 187, the 187the 187, the 187, the 187, the 187, the 187, the 187the 187, the 187, the 187, the 187, the 187, the 187the 187, the 187, the 187, the 187, the 187, the 187the 187, the 18BLAAAAAAAAAAAA
