Major, hell, motherfuckin', one goes out to my nigga, Mike Coolin', hell, yeah Mama raised a hellrazor, born Heartless and mean, muggin' at
On the scene, watchin' buggin' Kickin' up dust with the G's Soakin' up the game was told to me I never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot
I learned not to the bitch from the prostitutes Was taught lessons, a young askin' questions While suckers was guessin', I was ganked for sexin' Elementary meant for me, can't regret it
I'm headed for the penitentiary, I'm cuttin' And I'm buckin', blastin', straight through the overpass laughin' While these other try to figure out, no doubt
They of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord Can Ya feel me? I my finger on the trigger some nigga tried to kill me And Mama raised a hellrazor, gettin' paid
Police on my pager, stressin' A fugitive, my is under question Wanted for and even though I'm marked for death I'ma 'til I lose my breath
Motherfuckers, every I see the paper I see my picture, a nigga's gettin' richer They to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap And they wonder why it's hard black Dear Lord can Ya me? Gettin' major, uh
Mama raised a hellrazor, gettin' major Lord, be my Savior, uh Mama raised a hellrazor, stress major Lord, be my Savior, uh
raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major Lord, be my Savior, uh Mama raised a hellrazor, gettin' major Lord, be my Savior, uh
raised a hellrazor Dear Lord, can Ya me? Stress gettin' major, uh Mama raised a hellrazor, stress major me Lord, can Ya feel me? Show a sign
Damn, we're running time, everybody's dyin' Mama raised a hellrazor, figure Why you let the police beat niggaz? I'm startin' to think all the rich in the is safe While the po' babies in the early graves God, come, save the
nothin' else to do but have faith in You Dear Lord, I live the of a thug, hope You understand Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta my hand And my hand's on the sixteen-shot,
Crooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Can Ya feel me? a way I'm prayin' but my enemies go away And I turn, I see niggaz burn
nigga that I know's on death row My younger seventeen and he paid a price young motherfucker doin' triple life Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin' If my nigga knew the he'd hit the roof Just heard ya mama was smoked out, fuck the drama
Wanna break my Loc out, smokin' Gettin' drunk off that gin 'Bout to my nigga out the fuckin' pen raised a hellrazor, uh, yeah
C'mon, uh, Mama a hellrazor Uh, Lord, can Ya feel me? Stress gettin' major Lord, be my Savior, uh
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress major Lord, be my Savior, uh Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' Lord, be my Savior, uh
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress major Dear Lord, can Ya me? It's just me A young nigga tryin' to it on these rough streets I'm on my beggin', Please come and save me
The whole world done a nigga crazy I got my three-five-seven, can't it Screamin' die and he's loaded run for cover, I cause shit
Thug Life motherfucker, duck, Now, am I If I am, don't worry me Do or die high 'til the bury me Lord, if Ya hear me, tell me why
Little girl LaTasha, had to die She never got to see the bullet, just heard the Her body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped And I saw it on the news, I see busta girl killin' 'Tasha
Now, I'm screamin', Fuck the In the end, it's my friends, that Lip-locked on my dick my shit drop Life, motherfucker, I lick shots
Every nigga on my block two cops Dear Lord, can Ya hear me? I die Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up and my hands on the trigger, thug nigga
Stressin' like a motherfuckin' dealer And even in the nights, I'm a thug for life I got the to fight, now raised a hellrazor why cry That's life in the ghetto, do or die