QDIII - Hellrazor lyrics

[Intro] Major! Hell motherf**in' yeah This one goes out to my n***a Mike Coolin, 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**h from the prostitutes Taught lessons, a young n***a askin' questions While other s**ers was guessin', I was gangsta s**in' Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it I'm headed for the penitentiary and cuttin' cla**ing I'm buckin blastin, straight mashin Mobbin through the overpa** laughin While these other motherf**ers try to figure out, no doubt They jealous of a n***a's clout, tell me Lord Can ya feel me? I keep my finger on the trigger Cause some n***a tried to k** 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 d**h, I'mma spark til I lose my breath Motherf**ers, every time I see the paper I see my picture, when a n***a's gettin richer They come to get ya, it's like a motherf**in 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***as 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 k**in 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***as burn Every n***a that I know's on d**h row My younger homie's seventeen and he paid a price Little young motherf**er doin triple life Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin better If my n***a knew the truth he'd hit the roof Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, f** the drama Wanna break my Loc out, smokin blunts Gettin drunk off that Tanqueray gin 'Bout to break my n***a out the f**in' 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***a 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***a crazy! I got my three-five-seven can't control it Screamin die motherf**er and he's loaded Everybody run for cover, aww sh** Thug Life motherf**er, duck quick Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me Cause do or die gettin high till 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, k**ed Latasha Now I'm screamin f** the world, in the end It's my friends, that flip-flop Lip-locked on my dick when my sh** drop Thug Life motherf**er, I lick shots Every n***a on my block dropped two cops Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die Let a n***a be strapped, f**ed up, and high With my hands on the trigger, thug n***a Stressin' like a motherf**in' 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