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Hellrazor

Major

Hell Mutha-Fuckin' Yeah

This one goes out to my nigga Mike Coolage

Hell Yeah

(Verse 1)

Born thuggin', heartless and mean muggin' at 16

On the scene watching fiends buggin'

Kicking up dust with the older G's

Soaking 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 a bitch from a prostitute

Was taught lessons...a young nigga asking
questions

While other suckas was guessing, I was gangsta
sexing

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

I'm headed for the penitentiary

I'm cut classes, I'm fuckin blastin', straight
mashin'...

Mobbing through the overpass laughing

While these other motherfuckers try to figure out

No doubt...they jealous of a nigga's clout

Tell me Lord can ya feel me...

I keep my finger on the trigger, cause some
niggas tried to kill me

And mama raised a hellraiser

Everyday getting paid, police on my
pager...straight stressing

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 nigga gettin' richer they come to get ya

It's like a motherfuckin' trap

And they wonder why it's hard being black

Dear Lord can ya feel me....gettin' major...ugh

Mama raised a hellraiser

Hook:

Stress gettin' major

Lord be my Savior

Mama raised a hellrazor

(Verse 2)

Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign

Damn near running outta time...everybody's dying

Mama raised a hellraiser...I can't figure

Why ya let the police beat down niggas

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

While the po' babies rushing into early graves

God probably saved the youth

Ain't nothing 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 a 16 shot...semi-automatic

Crooked cop killin' glock...

Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a way

I'm praying, but my enemies won't go away

And everywhere I turn, I see niggas burn

And every nigga that I know is on death row

My younger homie's 17 and he paid a price

Li'l young motherfucker doing triple life

Though I tell him in his letters, its getting
better

If my nigga 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

Smoking blunts getting drunk off that Tanqueray
gin

'Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin'...pen

Mama raised a hellraiser...Come on...ugh

Mama raised a hellraiser

Dear Lord can ya feel me

Hook:

(Verse 3)

Dear Lord can ya hear me...It's just me

A young nigga 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 nigga craazy

I got my .357...can't control it

Screaming die motherfucker and he's...loaded

Everybody run for cover...Aww shit

Thug life motherfucker! Duck quick

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

It's Do or Die getting high 'til they bury me

Dear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why

A lil girl like Latasha...had to die

She never got to see the bullet...just heard the
shot

Her little body couldn't take it...she shook and
dropped

When it's all on the news how she bucked the
girl...to kill Latasha

Now screaming Fuck The World...

In the end it's my friends...that flip flop

Lips locked on my dick when my shit drop

Thug life motherfucker! I lick shots

Every nigga on my block...drop 2 cops

Dear Lord can ya hear me...when I die

Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high

With my hands on the trigger...thug nigga

Stressing like a motherfucking drug dealer

And even in the darkest nights,I'ma thug fo' life

I got the heart to fight...now

Mama raised a hellraiser...why cry

That's just life in the ghetto...Do or Die

(Exhales)