Hellrazor. . 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 lessons...a young nigga asking questions. While other suckas was guessing I was gangsta sexing. Elementary wasn't meant for me...can'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 doubt...they 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 pager...straight stressing. 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...motherfuckers. 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 me....gettin' major...ugh. 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 time...everybody's dying. Mama raised a hellraiser...I 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 shot...semi-automatic. Crooked cop killin' glock.... Tell me Lord can ya feel me show a way. I'm praying but my enemies won't go away. And everywhere I turn I see niggas burn. And every nigga that I know is on death row. My younger homie's 17 and he paid a price. Li'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 mama...was smoked out. Fuck the drama...wanna break my loc out. Smoking blunts getting drunk off that Tanqueray gin. 'Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin'...pen. Mama raised a hellraiser...Come on...ugh. Mama raised a hellraiser. Dear Lord can ya feel me. Hook:. (Verse 3). Dear Lord can ya hear me...It'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 .357...can't control it. Screaming die motherfucker and he's...loaded. Everybody run for cover...Aww 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 Latasha...had to die. She never got to see the bullet...just heard the shot. Her little body couldn't take it...she shook and dropped. When it's all on the news how she bucked the girl...to kill Latasha. Now screaming Fuck The World.... In the end it's my friends...that flip flop. Lips locked on my dick when my shit drop. Thug life motherfucker! I lick shots. Every nigga on my block...drop 2 cops. Dear Lord can ya hear me...when I die. Let a nigga be strapped fucked up and high. With my hands on the trigger...thug nigga. Stressing like a motherfucking drug dealer. And even in the darkest nightsI'ma thug fo' life. I got the heart to fight...now. Mama raised a hellraiser...why cry. That's just life in the ghetto...Do or Die. (Exhales).