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 Blaa! 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 18 blaa!