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' fiends Kickin' up dust the older G's up the game that was told to me I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't
I learned not to the bitch from the prostitutes Was taught lessons, a young askin' questions While other 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', mashin' Mobbin' through the laughin' While these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no
They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Can Ya feel me? I keep my on the trigger 'Cause some nigga to kill me And Mama a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid
Police on my pager, straight A fugitive, my occupation is question for investigation and even though I'm marked for death I'ma spark I lose my breath
Motherfuckers, every I see the paper I see my picture, a nigga's gettin' richer They come to get ya, it's like a trap And they wonder why it's bein' black Dear Lord can Ya feel me? major, uh
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' Lord, be my Savior, uh Mama a hellrazor, stress gettin' major Lord, be my Savior, uh
Mama raised a hellrazor, gettin' major Lord, be my Savior, uh raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major Lord, be my Savior, uh
Mama raised a Dear Lord, can Ya feel me? Stress major, uh Mama raised a hellrazor, stress major me Lord, can Ya feel me? Show a sign
Damn, we're outta time, everybody's dyin' raised a hellrazor, can't figure Why you let the beat down niggaz? I'm to think all the rich in the world is safe While the po' restin' in the early graves God, come, save the
Ain't nothin' 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 play my And my hand's on the sixteen-shot,
Crooked cop Glock, tell me Lord Can Ya feel me? a way I'm prayin' but my enemies won't go And everywhere I turn, I see niggaz
Every that I know's on death row My younger homie's seventeen and he a price Little young motherfucker doin' life Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin' If my knew the truth he'd hit the roof Just heard ya mama was smoked out, fuck the drama
Wanna my Loc out, smokin' blunts 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, dear Lord, can Ya feel me? Stress gettin' 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, stress major Lord, can Ya hear me? It's just me A young nigga tryin' to make it on these rough I'm on my knees beggin', Please 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 gettin' high 'til the me Lord, if Ya hear me, tell me why
Little girl LaTasha, had to die She never got to see the bullet, heard the shot Her little body 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
nigga on my block dropped two cops Dear Lord, can Ya me? When I die Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up and my hands on the trigger, thug nigga
Stressin' like a motherfuckin' drug And even in the darkest nights, I'm a for life I got the to fight, now Mama a hellrazor why cry That's just in the ghetto, do or die