Major! Hell motherfuckin yeah<br />This one goes out to my nigga Mike Coolin, hell yeah<br />Mama raised a hellrazor... born thuggin<br />Heartless and mean, muggin at sixteen<br />On the scene watchin fiends buggin<br />Kickin up dust with the older G's<br />Soakin up the game that was told to me<br />I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot, I learned<br />not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes, was taught lessons<br />A young nigga askin questions while other suckers was guessin<br />I was ganked for sexin<br />Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it<br />I'm headed for the penitentiary, I'm cuttin class<br />and I'm buckin blastin, straight mashin<br />Mobbin through the overpass laughin<br />While these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt<br />They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord<br />Can ya feel me? I keep my finger in the trigger<br />Cause some nigga tried to kill me<br />and mama raised a hellraizor, everyday gettin paid<br />Police on my pager, straight stressin<br />A fugitive my occupation is under question<br />Wanted for investigation, and even though<br />I'm marked for death, I'ma spark til I lose my breath<br />Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper<br />I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin richer<br />They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin trap<br />And they wonder why it's hard bein black<br />Dear Lord can ya feel me, gettin major, unhh<br /><br /><em>[Chorus: Stretch]<br /><br />Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major<br />Lord be my savior, unnh<br /><em>[Repeat 4X]<br />Mama raised a hellrazor<br /><em>[2Pac] Dear Lord can ya feel me<br />Stress gettin major, unnh<br />Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major<br /><br />Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign<br />Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin<br />Mama raised a hellrazor, can't figure<br />Why you let the police beat down niggaz<br />I'm startin to think all the rich in the world is safe<br />While the po' babies restin in the early graves<br />God come save the youth<br />Ain't nothin else to do but have faith in you<br />Dear Lord I live the life of a Thug, hope you understand<br />Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand<br />And my hand's on the sixteen-shot, semi-automatic<br />crooked cop killin Glock, tell me Lord<br />Can ya feel me? Show a way<br />I'm prayin but my enemies won't go away<br />And everywhere I turn I see niggaz burn<br />Every nigga that I know's on death row<br />My younger homie's seventeen and he paid a price<br />Little young motherfucker doin triple life<br />Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin better<br />If my nigga knew the truth he'd hit the roof<br />Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama<br />Wanna break my Loc out, smokin blunts<br />Gettin drunk off that Tanqueray gin<br />Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin pen<br />Mama raised a hellrazor, uhh, yeah<br />C'mon, uhh, mama raised a hellrazor<br />Uhh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin major<br />(Lord be my savior, unnh)<br /><br /><em>[Chorus: Stretch]<br /><br />Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major<br />Lord be my savior, unhh<br /><em>[repeat 2X]<br />Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major<br /><br />Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me<br />A young nigga tryin to make it on these rough streets<br />I'm on my knees beggin please come and SAVE ME<br />THE WHOLE WORLD done made a nigga crazy!<br />I got my three-five-seven can't control it<br />Screamin die motherfucker and he's loaded<br />Everybody run for cover, I cause shit<br />Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick<br />Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me<br />Cause do or die gettin high til the bury me<br />Dear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why<br />Little girl like LaTasha, had to die<br />She never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot<br />Her little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped<br />And when I saw it on the news I see busta girl killin 'Tasha<br />Now I'm screamin fuck the world, in the end<br />it's my friends, that flip-flop<br />Lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop<br />Thug Life motherfucker I lick shots<br />Every nigga on my block dropped two cops<br />Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die<br />Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high<br />with my hands on the trugger, Thug nigga<br />Stressin like a motherfuckin drug dealer<br />And even in the darkest nights, I'm a Thug for Life<br />I got the heart to fight now<br />Mama raised a hellraiser why cry<br />That's just life in the ghetto, do or die
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