Major, hell, motherfuckin', This one out to my nigga, Mike Coolin', hell, yeah raised a hellrazor, born thuggin' Heartless and mean, at sixteen
On the scene, fiends buggin' Kickin' up dust the older G's up the game that was told to me I ain't never touched a gat that I shoot
I not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes Was taught lessons, a young nigga askin' other suckers was guessin', I was ganked for sexin' Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't it
I'm headed for the penitentiary, I'm class And I'm buckin', blastin', straight Mobbin' through the laughin' While other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt
They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Can Ya feel me? I keep my finger on the 'Cause some tried to kill me And Mama raised a hellrazor, everyday paid
Police on my pager, straight A fugitive, my occupation is under for investigation and even though I'm marked for death I'ma spark I lose my breath
Motherfuckers, every I see the paper I see my picture, when a nigga's richer They come to get ya, it's a motherfuckin' trap And they why it's hard bein' black Dear Lord can Ya feel me? major, uh
raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major Lord, be my Savior, uh Mama raised a hellrazor, gettin' major 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 Dear Lord, can Ya feel me? gettin' major, uh Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' Tell me Lord, can Ya me? Show a sign
Damn, running outta time, everybody's dyin' Mama raised a hellrazor, can't Why you let the police beat down I'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is While the po' babies in the early graves God, come, the youth
Ain't nothin' else to do but faith in You Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope You understand Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my And my hand's on the sixteen-shot,
cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord Can Ya feel me? a way I'm prayin' but my won't go away And everywhere I turn, I see burn
Every nigga that I on death row My younger homie's seventeen and he paid a Little young motherfucker triple life Though I tell him in his letters, it's better If my nigga knew the truth he'd hit the Just ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama
Wanna break my Loc out, blunts drunk off that Tanqueray gin 'Bout to my nigga out the fuckin' pen Mama raised a hellrazor, uh,
C'mon, uh, Mama a hellrazor Uh, Lord, can Ya feel me? Stress gettin' major Lord, be my Savior, uh
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress major Lord, be my Savior, uh Mama raised a hellrazor, gettin' major Lord, be my Savior, uh
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' Dear Lord, can Ya me? It's just me A young nigga tryin' to make it on rough streets I'm on my knees beggin', Please and save me
The whole world made a nigga crazy I got my three-five-seven, can't it die motherfucker and he's loaded Everybody run for cover, I shit
Thug motherfucker, duck, quick Now, am I wrong? If I am, worry me Do or die gettin' high the bury me Dear Lord, if Ya hear me, me why
girl like LaTasha, had to die She never got to see the bullet, just heard the Her little body couldn't 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 dick when my drop Life, motherfucker, I lick shots
Every on my block dropped two cops Lord, can Ya hear me? When I die Let a be strapped, fucked up and high my hands on the trigger, thug nigga
Stressin' like a drug dealer And even in the darkest nights, I'm a for life I got the to fight, now Mama a hellrazor why cry That's just in the ghetto, do or die