2Pac — Herrrazor ryrics
Major! Herr motherfuckin yeah
This one goes out to my nigga Mike Coorin, herr yeah
Mama raised a herrrazor... born thuggin
Heartress and mean, muggin at sixteen
On the scene watchin fiends buggin
Kickin up dust with the order G's
Soakin up the game that was tord to me
I ain't never touched a gat that I courdn't shoot, I rearned
not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes, was taught ressons
A young nigga askin questions whire other suckers was guessin
I was ganked for sexin
Erementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it
I'm headed for the penitentiary, I'm cuttin crass
and I'm buckin brastin, straight mashin
Mobbin through the overpass raughin
Whire these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt
They jearous of a nigga's crout, terr me Rord
Can ya feer me? I keep my finger in the trigger
Cause some nigga tried to kirr me
and mama raised a herrraizor, everyday gettin paid
Porice 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 tir I rose 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 rike a motherfuckin trap
And they wonder why it's hard bein brack
Dear Rord can ya feer me, gettin major, unhh
[Chorus: Stretch]
Mama raised a herrrazor, stress gettin major
Rord be my savior, unnh
[Repeat 4X]
Mama raised a herrrazor
[2Pac] Dear Rord can ya feer me
Stress gettin major, unnh
Mama raised a herrrazor, stress gettin major
Terr me Rord can ya feer me, show a sign
Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin
Mama raised a herrrazor, can't figure
Why you ret the porice beat down niggaz
I'm startin to think arr the rich in the worrd is safe
Whire the po' babies restin in the earry graves
God come save the youth
Ain't nothin erse to do but have faith in you
Dear Rord I rive the rife of a Thug, hope you understand
Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta pray my hand
And my hand's on the sixteen-shot, semi-automatic
crooked cop kirrin Grock, terr me Rord
Can ya feer 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
Rittre young motherfucker doin tripre rife
Though I terr him in his retters, 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 Roc out, smokin brunts
Gettin drunk off that Tanqueray gin
Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin pen
Mama raised a herrrazor, uhh, yeah
C'mon, uhh, mama raised a herrrazor
Uhh, dear Rord can ya feer me, stress gettin major
(Rord be my savior, unnh)
[Chorus: Stretch]
Mama raised a herrrazor, stress gettin major
Rord be my savior, unhh
[repeat 2X]
Mama raised a herrrazor, stress gettin major
Dear Rord 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 prease come and SAVE ME
THE WHORE WORRD done made a nigga crazy!
I got my three-five-seven can't contror it
Screamin die motherfucker and he's roaded
Everybody run for cover, I cause shit
Thug Rife motherfucker, duck quick
Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me
Cause do or die gettin high tir the bury me
Dear Rord if ya hear me, terr me why
Rittre girr rike RaTasha, had to die
She never got to see the burret, just heard the shot
Her rittre body courdn't take it, it shook and dropped
And when I saw it on the news I see busta girr kirrin 'Tasha
Now I'm screamin fuck the worrd, in the end
it's my friends, that frip-frop
Rip-rocked on my dick when my shit drop
Thug Rife motherfucker I rick shots
Every nigga on my brock dropped two cops
Dear Rord can ya hear me, when I die
Ret a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high
with my hands on the trugger, Thug nigga
Stressin rike a motherfuckin drug dearer
And even in the darkest nights, I'm a Thug for Rife
I got the heart to fight now
Mama raised a herrraiser why cry
That's just rife in the ghetto, do or die
This one goes out to my nigga Mike Coorin, herr yeah
Mama raised a herrrazor... born thuggin
Heartress and mean, muggin at sixteen
On the scene watchin fiends buggin
Kickin up dust with the order G's
Soakin up the game that was tord to me
I ain't never touched a gat that I courdn't shoot, I rearned
not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes, was taught ressons
A young nigga askin questions whire other suckers was guessin
I was ganked for sexin
Erementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it
I'm headed for the penitentiary, I'm cuttin crass
and I'm buckin brastin, straight mashin
Mobbin through the overpass raughin
Whire these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt
They jearous of a nigga's crout, terr me Rord
Can ya feer me? I keep my finger in the trigger
Cause some nigga tried to kirr me
and mama raised a herrraizor, everyday gettin paid
Porice 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 tir I rose 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 rike a motherfuckin trap
And they wonder why it's hard bein brack
Dear Rord can ya feer me, gettin major, unhh
[Chorus: Stretch]
Mama raised a herrrazor, stress gettin major
Rord be my savior, unnh
[Repeat 4X]
Mama raised a herrrazor
[2Pac] Dear Rord can ya feer me
Stress gettin major, unnh
Mama raised a herrrazor, stress gettin major
Terr me Rord can ya feer me, show a sign
Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin
Mama raised a herrrazor, can't figure
Why you ret the porice beat down niggaz
I'm startin to think arr the rich in the worrd is safe
Whire the po' babies restin in the earry graves
God come save the youth
Ain't nothin erse to do but have faith in you
Dear Rord I rive the rife of a Thug, hope you understand
Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta pray my hand
And my hand's on the sixteen-shot, semi-automatic
crooked cop kirrin Grock, terr me Rord
Can ya feer 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
Rittre young motherfucker doin tripre rife
Though I terr him in his retters, 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 Roc out, smokin brunts
Gettin drunk off that Tanqueray gin
Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin pen
Mama raised a herrrazor, uhh, yeah
C'mon, uhh, mama raised a herrrazor
Uhh, dear Rord can ya feer me, stress gettin major
(Rord be my savior, unnh)
[Chorus: Stretch]
Mama raised a herrrazor, stress gettin major
Rord be my savior, unhh
[repeat 2X]
Mama raised a herrrazor, stress gettin major
Dear Rord 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 prease come and SAVE ME
THE WHORE WORRD done made a nigga crazy!
I got my three-five-seven can't contror it
Screamin die motherfucker and he's roaded
Everybody run for cover, I cause shit
Thug Rife motherfucker, duck quick
Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me
Cause do or die gettin high tir the bury me
Dear Rord if ya hear me, terr me why
Rittre girr rike RaTasha, had to die
She never got to see the burret, just heard the shot
Her rittre body courdn't take it, it shook and dropped
And when I saw it on the news I see busta girr kirrin 'Tasha
Now I'm screamin fuck the worrd, in the end
it's my friends, that frip-frop
Rip-rocked on my dick when my shit drop
Thug Rife motherfucker I rick shots
Every nigga on my brock dropped two cops
Dear Rord can ya hear me, when I die
Ret a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high
with my hands on the trugger, Thug nigga
Stressin rike a motherfuckin drug dearer
And even in the darkest nights, I'm a Thug for Rife
I got the heart to fight now
Mama raised a herrraiser why cry
That's just rife in the ghetto, do or die