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2pac - Hellrazor Şarkı Sözleri
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hellrazor major hell mutha-fuckin´ yeah this goes out to my man 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
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(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 nights,i´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)
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