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' buggin' up dust with the older G's Soakin' up the that was told to me I ain't never touched a gat that I shoot
I learned not to trust the bitch from the Was taught lessons, a young nigga questions While suckers was guessin', I was ganked for sexin' Elementary wasn't meant for me, regret it
I'm headed for the penitentiary, I'm class And I'm buckin', blastin', straight through the overpass laughin' While these motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt
They jealous of a nigga's clout, me Lord Can Ya feel me? I keep my on the trigger 'Cause some tried to kill me And Mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin'
Police on my pager, straight A fugitive, my occupation is under for investigation and even though I'm marked for death I'ma spark 'til I lose my
Motherfuckers, every I see the paper I see my picture, when a gettin' richer They come to get ya, it's a motherfuckin' trap And they wonder why it's hard bein' Dear Lord can Ya feel me? major, uh
Mama a hellrazor, 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 Lord, be my Savior, uh
Mama a hellrazor 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 outta time, everybody's Mama raised a hellrazor, figure Why you let the police beat down I'm to think all the rich in the world is safe While the po' babies 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 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 prayin' but my won't go away And everywhere I turn, I see burn
Every nigga that I on death row My homie's seventeen and he paid a price Little young motherfucker triple life Though I tell him in his letters, gettin' better If my nigga knew the truth hit the roof Just heard ya baby's mama was out, fuck the drama
Wanna break my Loc out, smokin' drunk off that Tanqueray gin 'Bout to break my out the fuckin' pen raised a hellrazor, uh, yeah
C'mon, uh, Mama raised a Uh, dear Lord, can Ya feel me? 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, be my Savior, uh
Mama a hellrazor, stress gettin' major Lord, can Ya hear me? It's just me A young nigga tryin' to it on these rough streets I'm on my knees beggin', Please and save me
The whole world made a nigga crazy I got my three-five-seven, control it Screamin' die motherfucker and loaded Everybody run for cover, I cause
Thug motherfucker, duck, quick Now, am I wrong? If I am, don't me Do or die gettin' 'til the bury me Dear Lord, if Ya hear me, me why
Little girl LaTasha, had to die She never got to see the bullet, just the shot Her little body couldn't take it, it shook and And when I saw it on the news, I see busta killin' 'Tasha
Now, I'm screamin', the world In the end, my friends, that flip-flop Lip-locked on my dick when my drop Thug Life, motherfucker, I shots
nigga on my block dropped two cops Dear Lord, can Ya 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 even in the 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