Major
Hell m****-f*****' 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 b**** from a prostitute
Was taught lessons...a young n**** asking questions
While other suckas was guessing, I was gangsta s**ing
Elementary wasn't meant for me...can't regret it
I'm headed for the penitentiary
I'm cut classes, I'm f***** blastin', straight mashin'...
Mobbing through the overpass laughing
While these other m************ try to figure out
No doubt...they jealous of a n****'s clout
Tell me Lord can ya feel me...
I keep my finger on the trigger, cause some n***** 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...m************
Every time I see the paper, I see my picture
When a n**** gettin' richer they come to get ya
It's like a m***********' 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
d*** near running outta time...everybody's dying
Mama raised a hellraiser...I can't figure
Why ya let the police beat down n*****
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 n***** burn
And every n**** that I know is on death row
My younger homie's 17 and he paid a price
Li'l young m*********** doing triple life
Though I tell him in his letters, its getting better
If my n**** 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
Smoking blunts getting drunk off that Tanqueray gin
'Bout to break my n**** out the f*****'...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 n**** 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**** craazy
I got my .357...can't control it
Screaming die m*********** and he's...loaded
Everybody run for cover...Aww s***
Thug life m***********! 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 f*** The World...
In the end it's my friends...that flip flop
Lips locked on my d*** when my s*** drop
Thug life m***********! I lick shots
Every n**** on my block...drop 2 cops
Dear Lord can ya hear me...when I die
Let a n**** be strapped, f***** up, and high
With my hands on the trigger...thug n****
Stressing like a m************ 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)
Hell m****-f*****' 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 b**** from a prostitute
Was taught lessons...a young n**** asking questions
While other suckas was guessing, I was gangsta s**ing
Elementary wasn't meant for me...can't regret it
I'm headed for the penitentiary
I'm cut classes, I'm f***** blastin', straight mashin'...
Mobbing through the overpass laughing
While these other m************ try to figure out
No doubt...they jealous of a n****'s clout
Tell me Lord can ya feel me...
I keep my finger on the trigger, cause some n***** 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...m************
Every time I see the paper, I see my picture
When a n**** gettin' richer they come to get ya
It's like a m***********' 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
d*** near running outta time...everybody's dying
Mama raised a hellraiser...I can't figure
Why ya let the police beat down n*****
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 n***** burn
And every n**** that I know is on death row
My younger homie's 17 and he paid a price
Li'l young m*********** doing triple life
Though I tell him in his letters, its getting better
If my n**** 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
Smoking blunts getting drunk off that Tanqueray gin
'Bout to break my n**** out the f*****'...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 n**** 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**** craazy
I got my .357...can't control it
Screaming die m*********** and he's...loaded
Everybody run for cover...Aww s***
Thug life m***********! 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 f*** The World...
In the end it's my friends...that flip flop
Lips locked on my d*** when my s*** drop
Thug life m***********! I lick shots
Every n**** on my block...drop 2 cops
Dear Lord can ya hear me...when I die
Let a n**** be strapped, f***** up, and high
With my hands on the trigger...thug n****
Stressing like a m************ 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)