Major, hell, motherfuckin', This one goes out to my nigga, Mike Coolin', hell, raised a hellrazor, born thuggin' Heartless and mean, at sixteen
On the scene, watchin' fiends up dust with the older G's Soakin' up the game that was 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 nigga 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 overpass While these motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt
They of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord Can Ya me? I keep my finger on the trigger 'Cause nigga tried to kill me And Mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin'
Police on my pager, straight A fugitive, my is under question Wanted for investigation and even though I'm for death I'ma 'til I lose my breath
Motherfuckers, every time I see the I see my picture, when a nigga's richer They come to get ya, it's like a trap And they wonder why hard bein' black Dear can Ya feel me? Gettin' major, uh
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' Lord, be my Savior, 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, stress gettin' Lord, be my Savior, uh
Mama raised a Dear Lord, can Ya feel me? gettin' major, uh raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major Tell me Lord, can Ya feel me? Show a
Damn, we're running time, everybody's dyin' Mama raised a hellrazor, 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 have in You Dear Lord, I live the life of a thug, You understand me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand And my hand's on the sixteen-shot,
Crooked cop killin' Glock, me Lord Can Ya feel me? a way I'm but my enemies won't go away And everywhere I turn, I see niggaz
Every nigga I know's on death row My younger homie's seventeen and he a price Little young doin' triple life Though I tell him in his letters, it's better If my nigga knew the truth hit the roof heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama
Wanna break my Loc out, smokin' Gettin' off that Tanqueray gin 'Bout to break my out the fuckin' pen Mama a hellrazor, uh, yeah
C'mon, uh, Mama a hellrazor Uh, dear Lord, can Ya feel me? Stress major Lord, be my Savior, uh
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' Lord, be my Savior, uh Mama raised a hellrazor, gettin' major Lord, be my Savior, uh
Mama a hellrazor, stress gettin' major Dear Lord, can Ya hear me? just me A young nigga tryin' to make it on these rough I'm on my knees beggin', come and save me
The whole world done a nigga crazy I got my three-five-seven, can't it Screamin' die motherfucker and loaded Everybody run for cover, I shit
Thug motherfucker, duck, quick Now, am I wrong? If I am, don't me Do or die high 'til the bury me Lord, if Ya hear me, tell me why
Little like 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, flip-flop Lip-locked on my dick when my shit Thug Life, motherfucker, I lick
Every nigga on my dropped two cops Dear Lord, can Ya hear me? I die Let a nigga be strapped, up and high With my hands on the trigger, nigga
Stressin' like a motherfuckin' drug And in the darkest nights, I'm a thug for life I got the to fight, now Mama raised a why cry just life in the ghetto, do or die