Major! Hell motherfuckin' yeah This one goes out to my nigga Mike Cooley, hell yeah Born listening, 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 a bitch from the prostitutes Taught lessons, a young nigga askin' questions While other suckers was guessin', I was gangsta sex in 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 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 nigga 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, motherfuckers Every time I see the paper, I see my picture When a nigga's gettin' richer, they come to get ya It's like a motherfuckin' trap And they wonder why it's hard bein' black Dear Lord can ya feel me? Stress gettin' major, unhh 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 (Dear Lord can ya feel me?) Lord be my savior, unnh Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major Lord be my savior, unnh Mama raised a hellraiser (Dear Lord can ya feel me?) Stress gettin' major, unnh Mama raised a hellraiser Stress gettin' major 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 niggas 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 every way I turn I see niggas burn Every nigga that I know's on death row My younger homie's seventeen and he paid a price Little young motherfucker doin' triple life Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin' 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, smokin' blunts Gettin' drunk off that Tanqueray gin 'Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin' 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 Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major (Dear Lord can ya feel me?) Lord be my savior, unnh Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major Lord be my savior, unnh Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major 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 crazy! I got my three-five-seven can't control it Screamin' 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 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' fuck the world, in the end It's my friends, that flip-flop Lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop Thug Life motherfucker, I lick shots Every nigga on my block dropped two 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 Stressin' like a motherfuckin' 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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