2Pac – Hellrazor Lyrics

Hellrazor

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"Hellrazor." - 2Pac

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 08:16 pm

Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)

Track No: 04

(Major) Hell motherfuckin' yeah
This one goes out to my ****, Mike Cooley, 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 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
Taught lessons, a young **** 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' 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 ****'s clout, tell me Lord
Can ya feel me? I keep my finger on the trigger
'Cause some **** tried to kill me
And mama raised a hellrazor, 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 ****'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? Stress gettin' major, uh
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major
Lord, be my savior, uh
Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major (Be a hellrazor)
Lord be my savior, uh (You gotta be what, what you want)
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major
Lord, be my savior, uh
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major (Be a hellrazor)
Lord be my savior, uh (You gotta be what, what you want)
Mama raised a hellrazor (Dear Lord, can ya feel me?)
Stress gettin' major, uh
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major
Tell me Lord can ya feel me? Show a sign (Yeah)
Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'
Mama raised a hellrazor, can't figure
Why you let the police beat down ****
I'm startin' 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 **** burn
Every **** 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 **** 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 **** out the fuckin' pen'
Mama raised a hellrazor, uh, yeah (Gotta, gotta be a special mom)
C'mon, uh, mama raised a hellrazor
Uh, dear Lord, can ya feel me? Stress gettin' major (Be a hellrazor)
(Lord be my savior, uh) (You gotta be what, what you are)
Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major
Lord be my savior, uh
Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major (Be a hellrazor)
Lord be my savior, uh (You gotta be what, what you want)
Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major
Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me
A young **** 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 **** crazy
I got my three-five-seven can't control it
Screamin', "Die motherfucker" and he's loaded
Everybody run for cover, aw 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 **** on my block dropped two cops
Dear Lord, can ya hear me? When I die
Let a **** be strapped, fucked up, and high
With my hands on the trigger, thug ****
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 (Be a hellrazor)
Mama raised a hellrazor, why cry? (Why be a, what you want)
That's just life in the ghetto, do or die

Writer(s): 2Pac, Randy Walker, QD3 & Victor Young.

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