Major! [bad word] [bad word] yeah
This one goes out to my [bad word] Mike Coolin, [bad word] 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 [bad word] the [bad word] from the prostitutes, was taught lessons
young [bad word] askin questions while other suckers was guessin
I was ganked for in
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 [bad word] try to figure out, no doubt
They jealous of a [bad word] #39;s clout, tell me Lord
Can ya feel me? I keep my finger in the trigger
Cause some [bad word] tried to kill me
and mama raised a hellraizor, everyday gettin paid
Police on my pager, straight stressin
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
 [bad word]  every time I see the paper
I see my picture, when a [bad word] #39;s gettin richer
 [bad word] to get ya, it's like a [bad word] trap
And they wonder why it's hard bein black
Dear Lord can ya feel me, gettin major, unhh

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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
 [bad word] [bad word] outta time, everybody's dyin
Mama raised a hellrazor, can't figure
Why you let the police beat down niggaz
I'm startin to think all the rich in the world is safe
While the po' babies restin in the early graves
 [bad word] 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 niggaz burn
Every [bad word] that I know's on death row
My younger homie's seventeen and he paid a price
Little young [bad word] doin triple life
Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin better
If my [bad word] knew the [bad word] he'd hit the roof
Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, [bad word] the drama
Wanna break my Loc out, smokin blunts
Gettin [bad word] off that Tanqueray gin
Bout to break my [bad word] out the [bad word] 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)

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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
young [bad word] tryin to make it on these rough streets
I'm on my knees beggin [bad word] and SAVE ME
THE WHOLE WORLD done made a [bad word] crazy!
I got my three-five-seven can't control it
Screamin die [bad word] and he's loaded
 [bad word] for cover, I cause [bad word] 
Thug Life [bad word]  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 [bad word] the world, in the end
it's my friends, that flip-flop
Lip-locked on my [bad word] when my [bad word] drop
Thug Life mother