Major, hell, motherfuckin', This one goes out to my nigga, Coolin', hell, yeah Mama a hellrazor, born thuggin' and mean, muggin' at sixteen
On the scene, watchin' fiends up dust with the older G's Soakin' up the game was told to me I never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot
I learned not to trust the bitch from the Was taught lessons, a young nigga askin' other suckers was guessin', I was ganked for sexin' Elementary wasn't meant for me, regret it
I'm headed for the penitentiary, I'm cuttin' And I'm buckin', blastin', straight Mobbin' the overpass laughin' While these motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt
They jealous of a clout, tell me Lord Can Ya feel me? I keep my on the trigger 'Cause some nigga to kill me And Mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin'
on my pager, straight stressin' A fugitive, my occupation is under for investigation and even though I'm marked for death I'ma spark 'til I my breath
Motherfuckers, every I see the paper 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 Lord can Ya feel me? major, uh
raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major Lord, be my Savior, uh Mama a hellrazor, stress gettin' major 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
Mama a hellrazor Lord, can Ya feel me? Stress gettin' major, uh Mama raised a hellrazor, stress major Tell me Lord, can Ya feel me? a sign
Damn, we're running outta time, dyin' raised a hellrazor, can't figure Why you let the beat down niggaz? I'm startin' to think all the in the world is safe While the po' babies restin' in the early God, come, the youth
Ain't else to do but have faith in You Dear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope You Forgive me for my mistakes, I play my hand And my hand's on the sixteen-shot,
Crooked cop Glock, tell me Lord Can Ya me? Show a way I'm prayin' but my won't go away And everywhere I turn, I see niggaz
Every nigga that I know's on row My younger homie's seventeen and he paid a Little young motherfucker doin' triple Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin' If my nigga knew the truth he'd hit the Just heard ya mama was smoked out, fuck the drama
break my Loc out, smokin' blunts Gettin' drunk off Tanqueray gin 'Bout to my nigga out the fuckin' pen raised a hellrazor, uh, yeah
C'mon, uh, Mama raised a Uh, Lord, can Ya feel me? Stress gettin' major 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, gettin' major Dear Lord, can Ya me? It's just me A young nigga to make it on these rough streets I'm on my knees beggin', come and save me
The whole world done made a nigga I got my three-five-seven, can't it Screamin' die motherfucker and he's Everybody run for cover, I shit
Life motherfucker, duck, quick Now, am I If I am, don't worry me Do or die gettin' high 'til the me Dear Lord, if Ya 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 take it, it and dropped And when I saw it on the news, I see busta girl killin'
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 shots
Every nigga on my block dropped two Lord, can Ya hear me? When I die Let a nigga be strapped, up and high my hands on the trigger, thug nigga
Stressin' a motherfuckin' 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 life in the ghetto, do or die