- 歌詞
- 專輯列表
- 歌手介紹
Tupac Shakur
-
Hell Razor
作詞:Q Jones, Tupac Shakur, R Walker, V Young
Major, hell motherfuckin' yeah This one goes out to my nigga Mike Coolin, hell yeah Mama raised a hell razor
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 hell razor, 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, uh
Mama raised a hell razor, stress gettin' major Lord be my savior, uh Mama raised a hell razor, stress gettin' major Lord be my savior, uh
Mama raised a hell razor, stress gettin' major Lord be my savior, uh Mama raised a hell razor, stress gettin' major Lord be my savior, uh
Mama raised a hell razor, dear Lord can Ya feel me? Stress gettin' major, uh Mama raised a hell razor, stress gettin' major Tell me Lord can Ya feel me? Show a sign
Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin' Mama raised a hell razor, 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 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 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 hell razor, uh, yeah
C'mon, uh, mama raised a hell razor Uh, dear Lord can Ya feel me? Stress gettin' major Lord be my savior, uh
Mama raised a hell razor, stress gettin' major Lord be my savior, uh Mama raised a hell razor, stress gettin' major Lord be my savior, uh
Mama raised a hell razor, 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 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 hell raiser why cry That's just life in the ghetto, do or die
-
|