Major, hell, motherfuckin', This one goes out to my nigga, Coolin', hell, yeah Mama a hellrazor, born thuggin' Heartless and mean, at sixteen
On the scene, watchin' fiends Kickin' up with the older G's Soakin' up the game that was to me I never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot
I learned not to trust the bitch the prostitutes Was taught lessons, a young nigga questions While other suckers was guessin', I was for sexin' Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't it
I'm headed for the penitentiary, I'm cuttin' And I'm buckin', blastin', straight Mobbin' through the laughin' While these other try to figure out, no doubt
They jealous of a clout, tell me Lord Can Ya feel me? I keep my finger on the 'Cause nigga tried to kill me And raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid
Police on my pager, straight A fugitive, my occupation is question Wanted for investigation and even I'm marked for death I'ma spark I lose my breath
Motherfuckers, every time I see the I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' And they why it's hard bein' black Dear Lord can Ya me? Gettin' major, uh
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress major Lord, be my Savior, uh Mama a hellrazor, stress gettin' major Lord, be my Savior, uh
Mama raised a hellrazor, gettin' major Lord, be my Savior, uh Mama raised a hellrazor, gettin' major Lord, be my Savior, uh
raised a hellrazor Dear Lord, can Ya feel me? Stress major, uh Mama raised a hellrazor, stress major Tell me Lord, can Ya me? Show a sign
Damn, we're outta time, everybody's dyin' Mama raised a hellrazor, figure Why you let the beat down niggaz? I'm startin' to all the rich in the world is safe While the po' babies in the early graves God, come, save the
Ain't nothin' to do but have faith in You Dear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope You Forgive me for my mistakes, I play my hand And my hand's on the sixteen-shot,
Crooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Can Ya feel me? a way I'm but my enemies won't go away And I turn, I see niggaz burn
Every that I know's on death row My homie's seventeen and he paid a price Little motherfucker doin' triple life Though I tell him in his letters, gettin' better If my nigga the truth he'd hit the roof heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama
Wanna break my Loc out, blunts drunk off that Tanqueray gin 'Bout to break my nigga out the pen Mama a hellrazor, uh, yeah
C'mon, uh, Mama raised a Uh, dear Lord, can Ya me? Stress gettin' major Lord, be my Savior, uh
Mama raised a hellrazor, gettin' major Lord, be my Savior, uh raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major Lord, be my Savior, uh
Mama a hellrazor, stress gettin' major Dear Lord, can Ya hear me? It's me A nigga tryin' to make it on these rough streets I'm on my knees beggin', Please and save me
The whole done made a nigga crazy I got my three-five-seven, control it Screamin' die motherfucker and he's run for cover, I cause shit
Thug motherfucker, duck, quick Now, am I wrong? If I am, worry me Do or die high 'til the bury me Dear Lord, if Ya me, tell me why
girl like 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 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
Every on my block dropped two cops Dear Lord, can Ya me? When I die Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up and 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