Yeah well check game you know what I'm sayin

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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