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' buggin' up dust with the older G's Soakin' up the game that was to me I ain't never a gat that I couldn't shoot
I learned not to trust the bitch from the Was taught lessons, a young askin' questions While other suckers was guessin', I was for sexin' wasn't meant for me, can't regret it
I'm headed for the penitentiary, I'm cuttin' And I'm buckin', blastin', mashin' Mobbin' the overpass laughin' While other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt
They jealous of a nigga's clout, me Lord Can Ya feel me? I keep my finger on the some nigga tried to kill me And raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid
Police on my pager, straight A fugitive, my is under question Wanted for and even though I'm marked for death I'ma 'til I lose my breath
Motherfuckers, every I see the paper I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' They to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap And they wonder why it's hard bein' Lord can Ya feel me? Gettin' major, uh
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' Lord, be my Savior, uh raised 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 raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major Tell me Lord, can Ya feel me? a sign
Damn, we're running time, everybody's dyin' Mama a hellrazor, can't figure Why you let the police beat down I'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is 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 of a thug, hope You understand me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand And my on the sixteen-shot, semi-automatic
cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord Can Ya feel me? 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 paid a Little young motherfucker triple life Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin' If my nigga the truth he'd hit the roof Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the
Wanna break my Loc out, smokin' Gettin' off that Tanqueray gin 'Bout to break my nigga out the pen raised a hellrazor, uh, yeah
C'mon, uh, Mama a hellrazor Uh, dear Lord, can Ya me? Stress gettin' major Lord, be my Savior, uh
Mama a hellrazor, stress gettin' major Lord, be my Savior, uh raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major Lord, be my Savior, uh
Mama raised a hellrazor, gettin' major Dear Lord, can Ya hear me? just me A young tryin' to make it on these rough streets I'm on my beggin', Please come and save me
The whole world made a nigga crazy I got my three-five-seven, control it Screamin' die motherfucker and he's Everybody run for cover, I shit
Thug Life motherfucker, duck, Now, am I If I am, don't worry me Do or die gettin' high 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 couldn't take it, it shook and dropped And when I saw it on the news, I see girl killin' 'Tasha
Now, I'm screamin', the world 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 Dear Lord, can Ya hear me? I die Let a nigga be strapped, up and high With my hands on the trigger, 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 just in the ghetto, do or die