Spice 1

Spice 1 - 2 Hands And A Razor songtekst

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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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