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Versuri 2Pac - Hellrazor
Versuri-versuri.ro > Versuri Litera 2 > Versuri 2Pac > R U Still Down?(RememberMe - HellrazorMajor! Hell motherfuckin yeah 
 This one goes out to my nigga Mike Coolin, hell yeah 
 Mama raised a hellrazor... 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 bitch from the prostitutes, was taught lessons 
 A young nigga askin questions while other suckers was guessin 
 I was ganked for sexin 
 Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it 
 I'm headed for the penitentiary, I'm cuttin class 
 and 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 in the trigger 
 Cause some nigga tried to kill me 
 and mama raised a hellraizor, 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, gettin major, unhh 
 Chorus: Stretch 
 Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major 
 Lord be my savior, unnh 
 (Repeat 4X) 
 Mama raised a hellrazor 
 [2Pac] Dear Lord can ya feel me 
 Stress gettin major, unnh 
 Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major 
 Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign 
 Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin 
 Mama raised a hellrazor, can't figure 
 Why you let the police beat down niggaz 
 I'm startin to think all the rich in the world is safe 
 While the po' babies restin in the 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 everywhere I turn I see niggaz 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 hellrazor, uhh, yeah 
 C'mon, uhh, mama raised a hellrazor 
 Uhh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin major 
 (Lord be my savior, unnh) 
 Chorus: Stretch 
 Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major 
 Lord be my savior, unhh 
 (repeat 2X) 
 Mama raised a hellrazor, 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, I cause shit 
 Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick 
 Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me 
 Cause do or die gettin high til the 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 I see busta girl killin 'Tasha 
 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 trugger, 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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