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