Lyrics:

Major! Hell motherfuckin yeah**lf**This one goes out to my nigga Mike Coolin, hell yeah**lf**Mama raised a hellrazor... born thuggin**lf**Heartless and mean, muggin at sixteen**lf**On the scene watchin fiends buggin**lf**Kickin up dust with the older G''s**lf**Soakin up the game that was told to me**lf**I ain''t never touched a gat that I couldn''t shoot, I learned**lf**not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes, was taught lessons**lf**A young nigga askin questions while other suckers was guessin**lf**I was ganked for sexin**lf**Elementary wasn''t meant for me, can''t regret it**lf**I''m headed for the penitentiary, I''m cuttin class**lf**and I''m buckin blastin, straight mashin**lf**Mobbin through the overpass laughin**lf**While these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt**lf**They jealous of a nigga''s clout, tell me Lord**lf**Can ya feel me? I keep my finger in the trigger**lf**Cause some nigga tried to kill me**lf**and mama raised a hellraizor, everyday gettin paid**lf**Police on my pager, straight stressin**lf**A fugitive my occupation is under question**lf**Wanted for investigation, and even though**lf**I''m marked for death, I''ma spark til I lose my breath**lf**Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper**lf**I see my picture, when a nigga''s gettin richer**lf**They come to get ya, it''s like a motherfuckin trap**lf**And they wonder why it''s hard bein black**lf**Dear Lord can ya feel me, gettin major, unhh**lf**Chorus: Stretch**lf**Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major**lf**Lord be my savior, unnh**lf**(Repeat 4X)**lf**Mama raised a hellrazor**lf**[2Pac] Dear Lord can ya feel me**lf**Stress gettin major, unnh**lf**Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major**lf**Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign**lf**Damn near running outta time, everybody''s dyin**lf**Mama raised a hellrazor, can''t figure**lf**Why you let the police beat down niggaz**lf**I''m startin to think all the rich in the world is safe**lf**While the po'' babies restin in the early graves**lf**God come save the youth**lf**Ain''t nothin else to do but have faith in you**lf**Dear Lord I live the life of a Thug, hope you understand**lf**Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand**lf**And my hand''s on the sixteen-shot, semi-automatic**lf**crooked cop killin Glock, tell me Lord**lf**Can ya feel me? Show a way**lf**I''m prayin but my enemies won''t go away**lf**And everywhere I turn I see niggaz burn**lf**Every nigga that I know''s on death row**lf**My younger homie''s seventeen and he paid a price**lf**Little young motherfucker doin triple life**lf**Though I tell him in his letters, it''s gettin better**lf**If my nigga knew the truth he''d hit the roof**lf**Just heard ya baby''s mama was smoked out, fuck the drama**lf**Wanna break my Loc out, smokin blunts**lf**Gettin drunk off that Tanqueray gin**lf**Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin pen**lf**Mama raised a hellrazor, uhh, yeah**lf**C''mon, uhh, mama raised a hellrazor**lf**Uhh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin major**lf**(Lord be my savior, unnh)**lf**Chorus: Stretch**lf**Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major**lf**Lord be my savior, unhh**lf**(repeat 2X)**lf**Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major**lf**Dear Lord can ya hear me, it''s just me**lf**A young nigga tryin to make it on these rough streets**lf**I''m on my knees beggin please come and SAVE ME**lf**THE WHOLE WORLD done made a nigga crazy!**lf**I got my three-five-seven can''t control it**lf**Screamin die motherfucker and he''s loaded**lf**Everybody run for cover, I cause shit**lf**Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick**lf**Now am I wrong if I am don''t worry me**lf**Cause do or die gettin high til the bury me**lf**Dear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why**lf**Little girl like LaTasha, had to die**lf**She never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot**lf**Her little body couldn''t take it, it shook and dropped**lf**And when I saw it on the news I see busta girl killin ''Tasha**lf**Now I''m screamin fuck the world, in the end**lf**it''s my friends, that flip-flop**lf**Lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop**lf**Thug Life motherfucker I lick shots**lf**Every nigga on my block dropped two cops**lf**Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die**lf**Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high**lf**with my hands on the trugger, Thug nigga**lf**Stressin like a motherfuckin drug dealer**lf**And even in the darkest nights, I''m a Thug for Life**lf**I got the heart to fight now**lf**Mama raised a hellraiser why cry**lf**That''s just life in the ghetto, do or die