Hellrazor lyrics

[Intro]

Major! Hell motherfuckin' yeah

This one goes out to my nigga Mike Cooley, hell yeah

Mama raised a hellraiser

[Verse 1]

Born thuggin'

Heartless and mean, muggin' at sixteen

On the scene watchin' fiends buggin'

Kickin' up dust with the older G's

Soakin' up the game that was told to me

I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot

I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes

Taught lessons, a young nigga askin' questions

While other suckers was guessin', I was gangsta sexin'

Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it

I'm headed for the penitentiary and cuttin' classing

I'm buckin' blastin', straight mashin'

Mobbin through the overpass laughin'

While these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt

They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord

Can ya feel me? I keep my finger on the trigger

'Cause some nigga tried to kill me

And mama raised a hellraiser, everyday gettin paid

Police on my pager, straight stressin'

A fugitive my occupation is under question

Wanted for investigation, and even though

I'm marked for death, I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath

Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper

I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' richer

They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap

And they wonder why it's hard bein' black

Dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major, unhh

[Hook]

Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major

Lord be my savior, unnh

Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major

Lord be my savior, unnh

Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major

Lord be my savior, unnh

Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major

Lord be my savior, unnh

Mama raised a hellraiser

Stress gettin' major, unnh

Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major

[Ad-Lib/Collision: 2Pac]

Dear Lord can ya feel me

[Verse 2]

Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign

Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'

Mama raised a hellraiser, can't figure

Why you let the police beat down niggas

I'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe

While the po' babies rushin' into early graves

God come save the youth

Ain't nothin' else to do but have faith in you

Dear Lord I live the life of a Thug, hope you understand

Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand

And my hand's on the sixteen-shot, semi-automatic

Crooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord

Can ya feel me? Show a way

I'm prayin' but my enemies won't go away

And everywhere I turn I see niggas burn

Every nigga that I know's on death row

My younger homie's seventeen and he paid a price

Little young motherfucker doin' triple life

Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin' better

If my nigga knew the truth he'd hit the roof

Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama

Wanna break my Loc out, smokin' blunts

Gettin' drunk off that Tanqueray gin

'Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin' pen'

Mama raised a hellraiser, uhh, yeah

C'mon, uhh, mama raised a hellraiser

Uhh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major

(Lord be my savior, unnh)

[Hook]

Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major

Lord be my savior, unnh

Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major

Lord be my savior, unnh

Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major

Lord be my savior, unnh

Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major

[Verse 3]

Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me

A young nigga tryin' to make it on these rough streets

I'm on my knees beggin' please come and SAVE ME

THE WHOLE WORLD done made a nigga crazy!

I got my three-five-seven can't control it

Screamin' die motherfucker and he's loaded

Everybody run for cover, aww shit

Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick

Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me

Cause do or die gettin' high 'til they bury me

Dear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why

Little girl like LaTasha, had to die

She never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot

Her little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped

And when I saw it on the news how she bucked the girl, killed Latasha

Now I'm screamin' fuck the world, in the end

It's my friends, that flip-flop

Lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop

Thug Life motherfucker, I lick shots

Every nigga on my block dropped two cops

Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die

Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high

With my hands on the trigger, thug nigga

Stressin' like a motherfuckin' drug dealer

And even in the darkest nights, I'm a thug for Life

I got the heart to fight now

Mama raised a hellraiser why cry

That's just life in the ghetto, do or die

• Artist:2Pac
• Album:R U Still Down? (Remember Me)