Major, hell, motherfuckin', This one out to my nigga, Mike Coolin', hell, yeah raised a hellrazor, born thuggin' Heartless and mean, at sixteen
On the scene, fiends buggin' Kickin' up dust with the G's Soakin' up the game was told to me I ain't never touched a gat I couldn't shoot
I not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes Was taught lessons, a young nigga askin' While other suckers was guessin', I was ganked for Elementary wasn't meant for me, regret it
I'm headed for the penitentiary, I'm class And I'm buckin', blastin', mashin' Mobbin' through the laughin' While other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt
They of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord Can Ya feel me? I keep my finger on the some nigga tried to kill me And Mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin'
Police on my pager, straight A fugitive, my occupation is question for investigation and even though I'm marked for death I'ma 'til I lose my breath
Motherfuckers, every time I see the I see my picture, a nigga's gettin' richer come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap And they why it's hard bein' black Dear Lord can Ya me? Gettin' major, 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 hellrazor, stress major Lord, be my Savior, uh Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' Lord, be my Savior, uh
raised a hellrazor Dear Lord, can Ya feel me? Stress major, uh Mama raised a hellrazor, gettin' major me Lord, can Ya feel me? Show a sign
Damn, we're running outta time, dyin' raised a hellrazor, can't figure Why you let the police beat niggaz? I'm startin' to all the rich in the world is safe While the po' babies restin' in the early God, come, the youth
Ain't nothin' else to do but have in You Dear Lord, I live the of a thug, hope You understand Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my And my hand's on the sixteen-shot,
Crooked cop Glock, tell me Lord Can Ya me? Show a way I'm but my enemies won't go away And everywhere I turn, I see niggaz
Every that I know's on death row My younger homie's seventeen and he paid a young motherfucker doin' triple life Though I him in his letters, it's gettin' better If my knew the truth 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 that gin to break my nigga out the fuckin' pen Mama raised a hellrazor, uh,
C'mon, uh, raised a hellrazor Uh, Lord, can Ya feel me? Stress gettin' major Lord, be my Savior, uh
Mama a hellrazor, stress gettin' major Lord, be my Savior, uh raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major Lord, be my Savior, uh
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' Dear Lord, can Ya me? It's just me A young nigga tryin' to it on these rough streets I'm on my beggin', Please come and save me
The whole world made a nigga crazy I got my three-five-seven, control it Screamin' die motherfucker and loaded run for cover, I cause shit
Thug motherfucker, duck, quick Now, am I wrong? If I am, worry me Do or die gettin' high 'til the me Dear Lord, if Ya hear me, 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 and dropped And when I saw it on the news, I see girl killin' 'Tasha
Now, I'm screamin', the world In the end, my friends, that flip-flop on my dick when my shit drop Thug Life, motherfucker, I shots
nigga on my block dropped two cops Dear Lord, can Ya hear me? I die Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up and With my hands on the trigger, thug
Stressin' a motherfuckin' drug dealer And even in the darkest nights, I'm a for life I got the to fight, now Mama a hellrazor why cry That's just in the ghetto, do or die