Hellrazor lyrics

[Intro: 2Pac]
Major, hell motherf*ckin' yeah
This one goes out to my n*gga Mike Cooley
Hell yeah (Mama raised a hellraiser)

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
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 a b*tch from the prostitutes
Was taught lessons, a young n*gga 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' classin', I'm buckin' blastin', straight mashin'
Mobbin' through the overpass laughin'
While these other motherf*ckers try to figure out
No doubt, they jealous of a n*gga's clout
Tell me Lord, can you feel me?
I keep my finger on the trigger, 'cause some n*ggas tryna 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, motherf*ckers
Every time I see the paper, I see my picture
When a n*gga's gettin' richer, they come to get ya
It's like a motherf*ckin' trap
And they wonder why it's hard bein' black
Dear Lord, can you feel me?
Stress gettin' major, uhh
[Chorus: Stretch]
Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major
Lord be my savior, uhh
Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major
Lord be my savior, uhh
Mama raised a hellraiser (Dear Lord, can you feel me?), stress gettin' major
Lord be my savior, uhh
Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major
Lord be my savior, uhh
Mama raised a hellraiser (Dear Lord, can you feel me?), stress gettin' major, uhh
Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major

[Verse 2: 2Pac]
Tell me Lord, can you feel me? Show a sign
Damn near running out of time, everybody's dyin'
Mama raised a hellraiser, can't figure
Why you let the police beat down n*ggas
I'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe
While the poor 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 a sixteen-shot, semi-automatic
Crooked cop killin' Glock
Tell me Lord, can you feel me? Show a way
I'm prayin' but my enemies won't go away
And everywhere I turn I see n*ggas burn
Every n*gga that I know is on death row
My younger homie's seventeen and he paid a price
Lil' young motherf*cker doin' triple life
Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin' better
If my n*gga knew the truth he'd hit the roof
Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, f*ck the drama
Wanna break my Loc out, smokin' blunts
Gettin' drunk off that Tanqueray gin
'Bout to break my n*gga out the f*ckin' pen'
Mama raised a hellraiser
Uhh, yeah, come on, uhh, mama raised a hellraiser
Uhh, dear Lord, can ya feel me? Stress gettin' major
[Chorus: Stretch]
Lord be my savior, uhh
Mama raised a hellraiser (Dear Lord, can you feel me?), stress gettin' major
Lord be my savior, uhh
Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major
Lord be my savior, uhh
Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major

[Verse 3: 2Pac]
Dear Lord, can you hear me? It's just me
A young n*gga tryna make it on these rough streets
I'm on my knees beggin', please, come and save me
A whole world done made a n*gga crazy
I got my three-five-seven, can't control it
Screamin', "Die motherf*cker" and he's loaded
Everybody run for cover, ahh, sh*t
Thug Life motherf*cker, 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' f*ck the world
In the end it's my friends, that flip-flop
Lip-locked on my di*k when my sh*t drop
Thug Life, motherf*cker, I lick shots
Every n*gga on my block dropped two cops
Dear Lord, can you hear me? When I die
Let a n*gga be strapped, f*cked up, and high
With my hands on the trigger, thug n*gga
Stressin' like a motherf*ckin' 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