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Spice 1 - "2 Hands & A Razorblade"
Lyrics to 2 Hands & A Razorblade : Yeah well check game you know what Im sayin Muthafucka step outside you know what Im sayin Then get my muthafuckin Chronic sack, know what Im 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 Im 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 Im up in the 9500 where the shankin is on If you up in the LA county, nigga you feelin me strong Its 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 Im in But there aint no luv up in the County cause your foes 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 Im 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 theres only ten in the shower Then they tear off somebodies draws and be like Awww too big too small, that shit aint cool mayn [Verse 2] Murder, its 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 adams apple when the guards hit the lights but the real niggaz luv me, though Im 1990-sick plus Im not the type of nigga that wont swole up quick so past me the potatoes nigga, I dont 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 aint no tellin when the mafia bailin up in the cells where the niggaz dwellin only the strong survive, I aint no motherfuckin cat I aint got nine lives, so bring it on motherfucker Im 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 hes stuck up in the county with some niggaz like these aint 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 cant 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 dont walk straight, then they gonna have to beat you until you have to crawl, this aint 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 its the murder show so get you muthafuckin shank and nigga beware of the Sh Sh Sheriff cause hes 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 18BLAAAAAAAAAAAA [ 2 Hands & A Razorblade Lyrics ]
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