Hellrazor

(Major) Hell motherfuckin' yeah

This one goes out to my ****, Mike Cooley, hell yeah

(Mama raised a hellrazor)

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 the bitch from the prostitutes

Taught lessons, a young **** 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' class and

I'm buckin' blastin', straight mashin'

Mobbin' through the overpass, laughin'

While these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt

They jealous of a ****'s clout, tell me Lord

Can ya feel me? I keep my finger on the trigger

'Cause some **** tried to kill me

And mama raised a hellrazor, 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

Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper

I see my picture, when a ****'s gettin' richer

They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap

And they wonder why it's hard bein' black

Dear Lord can ya feel me? Stress gettin' major, uh

Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major

Lord, be my savior, uh

Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major (Be a hellrazor)

Lord be my savior, uh (You gotta be what, what you want)

Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major

Lord, be my savior, uh

Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major (Be a hellrazor)

Lord be my savior, uh (You gotta be what, what you want)

Mama raised a hellrazor (Dear Lord, can ya feel me?)

Stress gettin' major, uh

Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major

Tell me Lord can ya feel me? Show a sign (Yeah)

Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'

Mama raised a hellrazor, can't figure

Why you let the police beat down ****

I'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe

While the po' 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 the sixteen-shot, semi-automatic

Crooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord

Can ya feel me? Show a way

I'm prayin' but my enemies won't go away

And everywhere, I turn I see **** burn

Every **** that I know's on death row

My younger homie's seventeen and he paid a price

Little young motherfucker, doin' triple life

Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin' better

If my **** knew the truth, he'd hit the roof

Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama

Wanna break my Loc' out, smokin' blunts

Gettin' drunk off that Tanqueray gin

'Bout to break my **** out the fuckin' pen'

Mama raised a hellrazor, uh, yeah (Gotta, gotta be a special mom)

C'mon, uh, mama raised a hellrazor

Uh, dear Lord, can ya feel me? Stress gettin' major (Be a hellrazor)

(Lord be my savior, uh) (You gotta be what, what you are)

Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major

Lord be my savior, uh

Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major (Be a hellrazor)

Lord be my savior, uh (You gotta be what, what you want)

Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major

Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me

A young **** tryin' to make it on these rough streets

I'm on my knees beggin' please come and save me

The whole world done made a **** crazy

I got my three-five-seven can't control it

Screamin', "Die motherfucker" and he's loaded

Everybody run for cover, aw shit

Thug Life motherfucker, 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', "Fuck the world", in the end

It's my friends, that flip-flop

Lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop

Thug Life motherfucker, I lick shots

Every **** on my block dropped two cops

Dear Lord, can ya hear me? When I die

Let a **** be strapped, fucked up, and high

With my hands on the trigger, thug ****

Stressin' like a motherfuckin' drug dealer

And even in the darkest nights, I'm a thug for Life

I got the heart to fight now (Be a hellrazor)

Mama raised a hellrazor, why cry? (Why be a, what you want)

That's just life in the ghetto, do or die