Major, hell, motherfuckin', This one out to my nigga, Mike Coolin', hell, yeah Mama a hellrazor, born thuggin' Heartless and mean, at sixteen
On the scene, watchin' fiends Kickin' up dust the older G's Soakin' up the game that was to me I never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot
I learned not to trust the bitch from the Was lessons, a young nigga askin' questions other suckers was guessin', I was ganked for sexin' Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't it
I'm for the penitentiary, I'm cuttin' class And I'm buckin', blastin', mashin' Mobbin' through the overpass While these other try to figure out, no doubt
They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Can Ya feel me? I keep my on the trigger 'Cause some tried to kill me And Mama raised a hellrazor, 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 'til I lose my
Motherfuckers, every time I see the I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' They come to get ya, it's like a trap And they wonder why hard bein' black Dear Lord can Ya me? Gettin' major, 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' Lord, be my Savior, uh Mama raised a hellrazor, stress major Lord, be my Savior, uh
Mama a hellrazor Dear Lord, can Ya feel me? Stress major, uh Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' me Lord, can Ya feel me? Show a sign
Damn, we're running outta time, dyin' raised a hellrazor, can't figure Why you let the police down niggaz? I'm startin' to think all the rich in the is safe the po' babies restin' in the early graves God, come, save the
Ain't nothin' else to do but 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 on the sixteen-shot, semi-automatic
Crooked cop killin' Glock, me Lord Can Ya me? Show a way I'm but my enemies won't go away And everywhere I turn, I see niggaz
Every nigga that I know's on row My homie's seventeen and he paid a price Little young motherfucker doin' triple Though I tell him in his letters, it's better If my nigga knew the truth hit the roof Just heard ya mama was smoked out, fuck the drama
Wanna my Loc out, smokin' blunts Gettin' drunk off Tanqueray gin 'Bout to break my out the fuckin' pen Mama a hellrazor, uh, yeah
C'mon, uh, Mama raised a Uh, dear Lord, can Ya feel me? gettin' major Lord, be my Savior, uh
Mama raised a hellrazor, 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 me? It's just me A young nigga tryin' to it on these rough streets I'm on my knees beggin', Please come and me
The whole done made a nigga crazy I got my three-five-seven, can't it Screamin' die motherfucker and he's Everybody run for cover, I shit
Thug motherfucker, duck, quick 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 got to see the bullet, just heard the shot Her little body couldn't it, it shook and dropped And when I saw it on the news, I see busta girl killin'
Now, I'm screamin', the world 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 hear me? I die Let a be strapped, fucked up and high With my hands on the trigger, thug
Stressin' a motherfuckin' drug dealer And in the darkest nights, I'm a thug for life I got the to fight, now Mama a hellrazor why cry That's just in the ghetto, do or die