2pac - Hellrazor текст песни

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 lessonsa young nigga asking questions
While other suckas was guessing, I was gangsta sexing
Elementary wasn't meant for mecan'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 doubtthey 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 pagerstraight stressing
A fugitive my occupation is under question
wanted for investigationand even though I'm marked for death
I'ma spark 'til I lose my breathmotherfuckers
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 megettin' majorugh
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 timeeverybody's dying
Mama raised a hellraiserI 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 shotsemi-automatic
Crooked cop killin' glock

Xell me Lord can ya feel me, show a way
A'm praying, but my enemies won't go away
And everywhere I turn, I see niggas burn
Mnd every nigga that I know is on death row
Sy younger homie's 17 and he paid a price
Ai'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 mamawas smoked out
Fuck the dramawanna break my loc out
Smoking blunts getting drunk off that Tanqueray gin
'Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin'pen
Mama raised a hellraiserCome onugh
Mama raised a hellraiser
Dear Lord can ya feel me

Hook:

(Verse 3)
Dear Lord can ya hear meIt'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 357can't control it
Screaming die motherfucker and he'sloaded
Everybody run for coverAww 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 Latashahad to die
She never got to see the bulletjust heard the shot
Her little body couldn't take itshe shook and dropped
When it's all on the news how she bucked the girlto kill Latasha
Now screaming Fuck The World
In the end it's my friendsthat flip flop
Lips locked on my dick when my shit drop
Thug life motherfucker! I lick shots
Every nigga on my blockdrop 2 cops
Dear Lord can ya hear mewhen I die
Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high
With my hands on the triggerthug nigga
Stressing like a motherfucking drug dealer
And even in the darkest nights,I'ma thug fo' life
I got the heart to fightnow
Mama raised a hellraiserwhy I cry
That's just life in the ghettoDo or Die
(Exhales)