Major, hell, motherfuckin', This one goes out to my nigga, Coolin', hell, yeah Mama raised a hellrazor, born Heartless and mean, muggin' at
On the scene, watchin' fiends up dust with the older G's Soakin' up the that was told to me I never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot
I learned not to trust the from the prostitutes Was taught lessons, a nigga askin' questions While other suckers was guessin', I was for sexin' Elementary wasn't meant for me, regret it
I'm headed for the penitentiary, I'm class And I'm buckin', blastin', straight Mobbin' through the laughin' While other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt
jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord Can Ya me? I keep my finger on the trigger 'Cause some nigga to kill me And Mama raised a hellrazor, gettin' paid
Police on my pager, straight A fugitive, my occupation is under Wanted for and even though I'm marked for death I'ma spark 'til I lose my
Motherfuckers, every time I see the 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 bein' Dear Lord can Ya feel me? major, uh
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' Lord, be my Savior, uh Mama raised a hellrazor, stress major Lord, be my Savior, uh
Mama raised a hellrazor, 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 feel me? Stress major, uh raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major Tell me Lord, can Ya feel me? Show a
Damn, we're running outta time, dyin' raised a hellrazor, can't figure Why you let the police beat down I'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is the po' babies restin' in the early graves God, come, save the
Ain't nothin' else to do but faith in You Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope You understand Forgive me for my mistakes, I play my hand And my hand's on the sixteen-shot,
Crooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Can Ya me? Show a way I'm prayin' but my enemies go away And everywhere I turn, I see burn
nigga that I know's on death row My younger homie's seventeen and he a price Little young motherfucker doin' triple I tell him in his letters, it's gettin' better If my nigga the truth he'd hit the roof Just heard ya baby's was smoked out, fuck the drama
Wanna my Loc out, smokin' blunts Gettin' off that Tanqueray gin 'Bout to my nigga out the fuckin' pen raised a hellrazor, uh, yeah
C'mon, uh, Mama raised a Uh, dear Lord, can Ya feel me? Stress gettin' Lord, be my Savior, uh
raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major Lord, be my Savior, uh Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' Lord, be my Savior, uh
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' Dear Lord, can Ya hear me? It's me A young nigga tryin' to make it on rough streets I'm on my knees beggin', come and save me
The whole world made a nigga crazy I got my three-five-seven, can't it die motherfucker and he's loaded Everybody run for cover, I shit
Thug motherfucker, duck, quick Now, am I If I am, don't worry me Do or die gettin' 'til the bury me Dear Lord, if Ya hear me, me why
Little girl LaTasha, had to die She got to see the bullet, just heard the shot Her body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped And when I saw it on the news, I see busta girl 'Tasha
Now, I'm screamin', Fuck the In the end, it's my friends, that on my dick when my shit drop Thug Life, motherfucker, I lick
Every nigga on my block dropped two Lord, can Ya hear me? When I die Let a nigga be strapped, up and high With my hands on the trigger, nigga
Stressin' like a drug dealer And in the darkest nights, I'm a thug for life I got the to fight, now raised a hellrazor why cry That's just in the ghetto, do or die