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Jamshed Akhtar
Jamshed Akhtar
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TUPAC AMARU SHAKUR
TUPAC AMARU SHAKUR
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Major! Hell motherfuckin' yeah This one goes out to my nigga Mike Cooley, hell yeah Mama raised a hellraiser Born thuggin Heartless and mean, mugging at sixteen On the scene watchin' fiends buggin Kickin 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 bitch from the prostitutes Taught lessons, a young nigga askin' questions While other suckers was guessin', I was gangsta sexin Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it I'm headed for the penitentiary and cuttin' classing I'm bucking blasting, straight mashin Mobbin 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'mma spark til I lose my breath Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper I see my picture, when a nigga's getting 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, getting 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 Lord be my savior, unnh Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major Lord be my savior, unnh Mama raised a hellraiser 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 starting 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 everywhere 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 doing 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, smoking blunts Getting drunk off that Tanqueray gin 'Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin' pen Mama raised a hellraiser, uh, yeah C'mon, uh, mama raised a hellraiser Uh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress getting 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 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 trying to make it on these rough streets I'm on my knees begging 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 getting high till 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 screaming 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 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 Lord be my savior, unnh Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major Lord be my savior, unnh Mama raised a hellraiser Stress gettin' major, unnh Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major Lord be my savior, unnh To be a Hell razor You gotta be a special one To be a Hell razor You gotta be a special one To be a Hell razor You gotta be a special one
Writer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, Christopher Walker, Duane Thomas Nettlesbey, Kevin Rhames, Randy Walker, Val Young, Quincy Delight Iii Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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