Lyrics

[Intro: 2Pac] Major, hell motherfuckin' yeah This one goes out to my nigga Mike Cooley Hell yeah (Mama raised a hellraiser) [Verse 1: 2Pac] 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 a bitch from the prostitutes Was 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' classin', 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 you feel me? I keep my finger on the trigger, 'cause some niggas tryna kill me And mama raised a hellraiser 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 you feel me? Stress gettin' major, uhh [Chorus: Stretch] Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major Lord be my savior, uhh Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major Lord be my savior, uhh Mama raised a hellraiser (Dear Lord, can you feel me?), stress gettin' major Lord be my savior, uhh Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major Lord be my savior, uhh Mama raised a hellraiser (Dear Lord, can you feel me?), stress gettin' major, uhh Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major [Verse 2: 2Pac] Tell me Lord, can you feel me? Show a sign Damn near running out of time, everybody's dyin' Mama raised a hellraiser, can't figure Why you let the police beat down niggas I'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe While the poor 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 a sixteen-shot, semi-automatic Crooked cop killin' Glock Tell me Lord, can you 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 is on death row My younger homie's seventeen and he paid a price Lil' 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 hellraiser Uhh, yeah, come on, uhh, mama raised a hellraiser Uhh, dear Lord, can ya feel me? Stress gettin' major [Chorus: Stretch] Lord be my savior, uhh Mama raised a hellraiser (Dear Lord, can you feel me?), stress gettin' major Lord be my savior, uhh Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major Lord be my savior, uhh Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major [Verse 3: 2Pac] Dear Lord, can you hear me? It's just me A young nigga tryna make it on these rough streets I'm on my knees beggin', please, come and save me A 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, ahh, shit Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick Now am I wrong? If I am, don't worry me 'Cause do or die, gettin' high 'til 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 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 you 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