Представляем точный текст композиции "Hellrazor" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста 2Pac . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Hellrazor» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую 2Pac передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
2Pac - "Hellrazor"
Lyrics to Hellrazor : Major! 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 Gs Soakin up the game that was told to me I aint never touched a gat that I couldnt 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 wasnt meant for me, cant regret it Im headed for the penitentiary, Im cuttin class and Im buckin blastin, straight mashin Mobbin through the overpass laughin While these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt They jealous of a niggas 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 Im marked for death, Ima spark til I lose my breath Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper I see my picture, when a niggas gettin richer They come to get ya, its like a motherfuckin trap And they wonder why its 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, everybodys dyin Mama raised a hellrazor, cant figure Why you let the police beat down niggaz Im 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 Aint 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 hands on the sixteen-shot, semi-automatic crooked cop killin Glock, tell me Lord Can ya feel me' Show a way Im prayin but my enemies wont go away And everywhere I turn I see niggaz burn Every nigga that I knows on death row My younger homies seventeen and he paid a price Little young motherfucker doin triple life Though I tell him in his letters, its gettin better If my nigga knew the truth hed hit the roof Just heard ya babys 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 Cmon, 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, its just me A young nigga tryin to make it on these rough streets Im on my knees beggin please come and SAVE ME THE WHOLE WORLD done made a nigga crazy! I got my three-five-seven cant control it Screamin die motherfucker and hes loaded Everybody run for cover, I cause shit Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick Now am I wrong if I am dont 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 couldnt take it, it shook and dropped And when I saw it on the news I see busta girl killin Tasha Now Im screamin fuck the world, in the end its 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, Im a Thug for Life I got the heart to fight now Mama raised a hellraiser why cry Thats just life in the ghetto, do or die [ Hellrazor Lyrics ]
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