[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 your 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 (Gotta be, gotta be a special one)

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