Major, hell, motherfuckin', This one out to my nigga, Mike Coolin', hell, yeah Mama a hellrazor, born thuggin' Heartless and mean, muggin' at
On the scene, fiends buggin' Kickin' up dust the older G's Soakin' up the game that was to me I ain't never touched a gat that I shoot
I learned not to trust the bitch the prostitutes Was taught lessons, a young askin' questions While other suckers was guessin', I was 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', straight Mobbin' the overpass laughin' While other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt
They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Can Ya me? I keep my finger on the trigger some nigga tried to kill me And Mama raised a hellrazor, everyday paid
Police on my pager, stressin' A fugitive, my occupation is question for investigation and even though I'm marked for death I'ma 'til I lose my breath
Motherfuckers, time I see the paper I see my picture, when a gettin' richer They come to get ya, like a motherfuckin' trap And they wonder why it's hard black Dear can Ya feel me? Gettin' major, uh
Mama raised a hellrazor, gettin' major Lord, be my Savior, uh Mama a hellrazor, stress gettin' major Lord, be my Savior, uh
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' Lord, be my Savior, uh Mama a hellrazor, stress gettin' major Lord, be my Savior, uh
Mama raised a Dear Lord, can Ya feel me? Stress major, uh Mama raised a hellrazor, stress major Tell me Lord, can Ya feel me? Show a
Damn, we're running time, everybody's dyin' Mama a hellrazor, can't figure Why you let the police down niggaz? I'm startin' to think all the rich in the is safe While the po' babies restin' in the early God, come, save the
Ain't nothin' to do but have faith in You Dear Lord, I the life of a thug, hope You understand me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand And my on the sixteen-shot, semi-automatic
Crooked cop Glock, tell me Lord Can Ya me? Show a way I'm prayin' but my enemies won't go And everywhere I turn, I see burn
Every nigga that I on death row My younger homie's seventeen and he a price Little young doin' triple life Though I him in his letters, it's gettin' better If my nigga knew the he'd hit the roof heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama
Wanna break my Loc out, smokin' Gettin' drunk off Tanqueray gin 'Bout to my nigga out the fuckin' pen Mama raised a hellrazor, uh,
C'mon, uh, Mama a hellrazor Uh, dear Lord, can Ya feel me? Stress gettin' 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 a hellrazor, stress gettin' major Dear Lord, can Ya hear me? just me A young nigga tryin' to make it on these streets I'm on my beggin', Please come and save me
The whole world done made a nigga I got my three-five-seven, control it Screamin' die motherfucker and loaded run for cover, I cause shit
Thug Life motherfucker, duck, Now, am I If I am, don't worry me Do or die high 'til the bury 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 shook and 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, that Lip-locked on my dick when my shit Thug Life, motherfucker, I lick
Every nigga on my block dropped two Lord, can Ya hear me? When I die Let a nigga be strapped, 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 raised a hellrazor why cry That's just in the ghetto, do or die