2Pac - Hellrazor Lyrics

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Major! Hell **********in yeah

This one goes out to my ***** Mike Coolin, 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 ***** from the prostitutes, was taught lessons

A young ***** askin questions while other suckers was guessin

I was ganked for sexin

Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it

I'm headed for the penitentiary, I'm cuttin class

and I'm buckin blastin, straight mashin

Mobbin through the overpass laughin

While these other ************s try to figure out, no doubt

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

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

Cause some ***** tried to kill me

and mama raised a hellraizor, 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

************s, every time I see the paper

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

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

And they wonder why it's hard bein black

Dear Lord can ya feel me, gettin major, unhh

Chorus: Stretch

Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major

Lord be my savior, unnh

(Repeat 4X)

Mama raised a hellrazor

[2Pac] Dear Lord can ya feel me

Stress gettin major, unnh

Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major

Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign

Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin

Mama raised a hellrazor, can't figure

Why you let the police beat down *****z

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

While the po' babies restin in the 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 *****z burn

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

My younger homie's seventeen and he paid a price

Little young ************ 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, **** the drama

want to break my Loc out, smokin blunts

Gettin drunk off that Tanqueray gin

Bout to break my ***** out the ****in pen

Mama raised a hellrazor, uhh, yeah

c'mon, uhh, mama raised a hellrazor

Uhh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin major

(Lord be my savior, unnh)

Chorus: Stretch

Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major

Lord be my savior, unhh

(repeat 2X)

Mama raised a hellrazor, 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 ************ and he's loaded

Everybody run for cover, I cause ****

Thug Life ************, duck quick

Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me

Cause do or die gettin high til the 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 I see busta girl killin 'Tasha

Now I'm screamin **** the world, in the end

it's my friends, that flip-flop

Lip-locked on my **** when my **** drop

Thug Life ************ I lick shots

Every ***** on my block dropped two cops

Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die

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

with my hands on the trugger, Thug *****

Stressin like a **********in drug dealer

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

I got the heart to fight now

Mama raised a hellraiser why cry

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


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