Текст песни 2 Pac - Hellazor

Major

Hell mutha-fuckin' yeah

This goes out to my man mike coolage



Hell yeah





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 the bitches from the prostitutes

Was taught lessons a young nigga asking questions

While other suckas was guessing i was gangsta ??

Elementary wasn't meant for me can't regret it

I'm headed for the penitentiary

And 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 nigga 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





Chorus:





Stress gettin' major

Lord be my savior

Mama raised a hellrazor





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 the 16 shot semiautomatic

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

Every nigga that i know's on death row

My younger homie's 17 and he paid a price

Li'l young motherfuckers 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's 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





Chorus





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 ahh shit

Thug life motherfucker duck quick

Now am i wrong if i am don't worry me

Cause do or die getting high 'til they bury me

Dear lord if ya hear me tell me why

Li'l girl like natasha 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 natasha

Now i'm screaming fuck the world

In the end it's my friends

That flip flop lip locks

On my dick when my shit drop

Thug life motherfucker i lick shots

Every nigga on my block

Drop 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

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