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2 Pac - Hellrazor
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Major Hell mutha-fuckin yeah This goes out to my man mike coolage Hell yeah Born thuggin heartless and mean muggin at 16 On the scene watching fiends buggin Kicking up dust with the older gs Soaking up the game that was told to me I aint never touched a gat that I couldnt shoot I learned not to trust the bitches from the prostitutes Was taught lessons a young nigga asking questions While other suckas was guessing I was gangsta ? ? Elementary wasnt meant for me cant regret it Im headed for the penitentiary And cut classes Im fuckin blastin straight mashin Mobbing through the overpass laughing While these other motherfuckers try to figure out No doubt they jealous of a niggas 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 getting paid, police on my pager Straight stressing A fugitive my occupation is under question Wanted for investigation And even though Im marked for death Ima spark til I lose my breath Motherfuckers Every time I see the paper I see my picture When a nigga gettin richer they come to get ya Its like a motherfuckin trap And they wonder why its hard being black Dear lord can ya feel me Gettin major ugh Mama raised a hellraiser Chorus: Stress gettin major Lord be my savior Mama raised a hellrazor Tell me lord can ya feel me, show a sign Damn near running outta time Everybodys dying Mama raised a hellraiser I cant figure, why ya let the police beat down niggas Im startin to think all the rich in the world is safe While the po babies rushing into early graves God probably saved the youth Aint nothing 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 hands on the 16 shot semiautomatic Crooked cop killin glock Tell me lord can ya feel me show a way Im praying but my enemies wont go away And everywhere I turn I see niggas burn Every nigga that I knows on death row My younger homies 17 and he paid a price Lil young motherfuckers doing triple life Though I tell him in his letters its getting better If my nigga knew the truth hed hit the roof Just heard ya babys mama was smoked out Fuck the drama Wanna break my locs out Smoking blunts getting drunk off that tanqueray gin bout to break my nigga out the fuckin pen Mama raised a hellraiser Come on ugh mama raised a hellraiser Dear lord can ya feel me Chorus Dear lord can ya hear me Its just me A young nigga tryin to make it on these rough streets Im on my knees beggin please come and save me The whole world done made a nigga craazy I got my .357 cant control it Screaming die motherfucker and hes loaded Everybody run for cover ahh shit Thug life motherfucker duck quick Now am I wrong if I am dont worry me Cause do or die getting high til they bury me Dear lord if ya hear me tell me why Lil girl like natasha had to die She never got to see the bullet just heard the shot Her little body couldnt take it she shook and dropped When its all on the news how she bucked the girl to kill natasha Now Im screaming fuck the world In the end its my friends That flip flop lip locks On my dick when my shit drop Thug life motherfucker I lick shots Every nigga on my block Drop 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 Stressing like a motherfucking drug dealer And even in the darkest nights ima thug fo life I got the heart to fight now Mama raised a hellraiser why cry Thats just life in the ghetto Do or die
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