Major, hell, motherfuckin', one goes out to my nigga, Mike Coolin', hell, yeah Mama raised a hellrazor, born and mean, muggin' at sixteen
On the scene, fiends buggin' Kickin' up with the older G's up the game that was told to me I ain't touched a gat that I couldn't shoot
I learned not to the bitch from the prostitutes Was taught lessons, a nigga askin' questions While other suckers was guessin', I was for sexin' wasn't meant for me, can't regret it
I'm headed for the penitentiary, I'm cuttin' And I'm buckin', blastin', straight 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 'Cause some tried to kill me And Mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin'
Police on my pager, stressin' A fugitive, my is under question Wanted for and even though 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 richer They come to get ya, like a motherfuckin' trap And wonder why it's hard bein' black Lord can Ya feel me? Gettin' major, uh
Mama a hellrazor, stress gettin' major 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 a hellrazor, stress gettin' major Lord, be my Savior, uh
Mama raised a Dear Lord, can Ya me? Stress gettin' major, uh raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major Tell me Lord, can Ya me? Show a sign
Damn, we're running outta time, dyin' Mama raised a hellrazor, figure Why you let the police beat niggaz? I'm startin' to think all the in the world is safe While the po' restin' in the early graves God, come, save the
Ain't else to do but have faith in You Dear Lord, I live the life of a thug, You understand Forgive me for my mistakes, I play my hand And my on the sixteen-shot, semi-automatic
Crooked cop killin' Glock, me Lord Can Ya feel me? a way I'm prayin' but my won't go away And everywhere I turn, I see niggaz
Every nigga I know's on death row My younger homie's and he paid a price Little young motherfucker doin' triple Though I him in his letters, it's gettin' better If my nigga knew the he'd hit the roof Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, the drama
Wanna break my Loc out, smokin' Gettin' drunk off 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 feel me? Stress gettin' 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, gettin' major Dear Lord, can Ya hear me? It's me A young nigga tryin' to it on these rough streets I'm on my knees beggin', Please come and me
The whole world done made a crazy I got my three-five-seven, can't it die motherfucker and he's loaded Everybody run for cover, I cause
Thug Life motherfucker, duck, Now, am I wrong? If I am, worry me Do or die gettin' high the bury me Dear Lord, if Ya me, tell me why
Little like LaTasha, had to die She never got to see the bullet, just the shot Her body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped And when I saw it on the news, I see busta girl killin'
Now, I'm screamin', the world In the end, my friends, that flip-flop Lip-locked on my when my shit drop Life, motherfucker, I lick shots
Every on my block dropped two cops Dear Lord, can Ya hear me? I die Let a be strapped, fucked up and high With my hands on the trigger, nigga
Stressin' like a motherfuckin' dealer And even in the darkest nights, I'm a for life I got the to fight, now raised a hellrazor why cry That's just in the ghetto, do or die