Spice 1

"Hellrazor"

[Intro]
Major! Hell motherf*ckin' yeah
This one goes out to my n*gga Mike Cooley, hell yeah
Mama raised a hellraiser

[Verse 1]
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 trust the b*tch from the prostitutes
Taught lessons, a young n*gga askin' questions
While other suckers was guessin', I was gangsta sexin'
Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it
I'm headed for the penitentiary and cuttin' classing
I'm buckin' blastin', straight mashin'
Mobbin through the overpass laughin'
While these other motherf*ckers try to figure out, no doubt
They jealous of a n*gga's clout, tell me Lord
Can ya feel me? I keep my finger on the trigger
'Cause some n*gga tried to kill me
And mama raised a hellraiser, everyday gettin paid
Police on my pager, straight stressin'
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
Motherf*ckers, every time I see the paper
I see my picture, when a n*gga's gettin' richer
They come to get ya, it's like a motherf*ckin' trap
And they wonder why it's hard bein' black
Dear Lord can ya feel me, gettin' major, unhh

[Hook]
Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major
Lord be my savior, unnh
Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major
Lord be my savior, unnh
Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major
Lord be my savior, unnh
Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major
Lord be my savior, unnh
Mama raised a hellraiser
Stress gettin' major, unnh
Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major

[Ad-Lib/Collision: 2Pac]
Dear Lord can ya feel me

[Verse 2]
Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign
Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'
Mama raised a hellraiser, can't figure
Why you let the police beat down n*ggas
I'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe
While the po' babies rushin' into early graves
God come 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 n*ggas burn
Every n*gga that I know's on death row
My younger homie's seventeen and he paid a price
Little young motherf*cker doin' triple life
Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin' better
If my n*gga knew the truth he'd hit the roof
Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, f*ck the drama
Wanna break my Loc out, smokin' blunts
Gettin' drunk off that Tanqueray gin
'Bout to break my n*gga out the f*ckin' pen'
Mama raised a hellraiser, uhh, yeah
C'mon, uhh, mama raised a hellraiser
Uhh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major
(Lord be my savior, unnh)

[Hook]
Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major
Lord be my savior, unnh
Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major
Lord be my savior, unnh
Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major
Lord be my savior, unnh
Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major

[Verse 3]
Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me
A young n*gga 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 n*gga crazy!
I got my three-five-seven can't control it
Screamin' die motherf*cker and he's loaded
Everybody run for cover, aww sh*t
Thug Life motherf*cker, duck quick
Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me
Cause do or die gettin' high 'til they 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 how she bucked the girl, killed Latasha
Now I'm screamin' f*ck the world, in the end
It's my friends, that flip-flop
Lip-locked on my di*k when my sh*t drop
Thug Life motherf*cker, I lick shots
Every n*gga on my block dropped two cops
Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die
Let a n*gga be strapped, f*cked up, and high
With my hands on the trigger, thug n*gga
Stressin' like a motherf*ckin' drug dealer
And even in the darkest nights, I'm a thug for Life
I got the heart to fight now
Mama raised a hellraiser why cry
That's just life in the ghetto, do or die

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