Hellrazor

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>Chorus: Stretch<br><br>Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major<br>Lord be my savior, unnh<br>(Repeat 4X)<br>Mama raised a hellrazor<br>[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>Chorus: Stretch<br><br>Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major<br>Lord be my savior, unhh<br>(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