Paris (Rapper) - 2 Hands and a Razor lyrics

Yeah well check game you know what I'm sayin Muthaf**a step outside you know what I'm sayin Then get my muthaf**in Chronic sack, know what I'm sayin Turn around, motherf**er sheriff Motherf**er got his hand in my goddamn back pocket and sh** Handcuffed a n***a Threw him on the backseat, search a n***a car Find his goddamn strap, now I'm up in this motherf**er Straight caught up, f** it though, you know Soon as a n***a steps up in the county I see k**az 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, n***a 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 a** up with a BLEW, n***a put you blues on And get the f** up out the bunk we gonna go for a walk Police got a code of silence, see none of them talk About the sh** that be goin on up in the County Jail 5 guards handcuffed a n***a beat him to d**h 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 motherf**er Barely up in there, they try to slide around all over the place Like a little b**h or something They try to get him to calm down, but anyway it goes like this They tell a n***a strip down to naked and sh** In the shower with thirty motherf**ers But there's only ten in the shower Then they tear off somebodies draws and be like Awww too big too small, that sh** 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 n***as name, I hear the guard screamin Shut the f** up, and as I look to my right side I see n***as gettin cut, shanked, stabbed, wounded, sliced Watch your adam's apple when the guards hit the lights But the real n***as luv me, though I'm 1990-sick Plus I'm not the type of n***a that won't swole up quick So past me the potatoes n***a, I don't mean to be rude But if you starve for a minute you gonna f** with this fool Up in the county jail, n***as be startin them riots And if you see some of murder, shut you mouth and be quiet If you are hard keep your shank n***a, there ain't no tellin When the mafia bailin up in the cells where the n***as dwellin Only the strong survive, I ain't no motherf**in cat I ain't got nine lives, so bring it on motherf**er I'm tellin him to bring it on in my cell Get my yokes on all night long Bustin lyrics with my k**a partners they so sick Sittin around all night spittin bout G sh** Said he had three keys the motherf**ers call him fiends Now he's stuck up in the county with some n***as like these Ain't no muthaf**in 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 bullsh** You gonna mind somebody, n***as comin up in here Thinkin that they bought it like they John Gotti And still get the f** broke off Take the hardest muthaf**a and turn him into something soft I keep a shank up in my sandwich, so I can do damage To motherf**ers 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 sh** is poppin, the guards is comin Motherf**ers is runnin, I hear the Po-Po gunnin While the bullets is screamin, I hear get the f** on the floor n***as holler man damn it's the murder show So get you muthaf**in shank and n***a beware Of the Sh Sh Sheriff cause he's 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 18BLAAAAAAAAAAAAA