2Pac - Hellrazor (Acapella) Chords

_ _ _ Major, hell motherfuckin' year _
This one goes out to my nigga Mike Cooley Hell yeah _
_ 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 trust a gat that I couldn't shoot
I learned not to trust a bitch from the prostitutes with 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' class and I'm fuckin' 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 nigga 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 smoke till I lose my breath, motherfuckers
Every time I see the paper, I see my picture
When the niggas 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?
So stress gettin' major
And mama raised a hellraiser
Stress gettin' major, Lord be my saviour
And mama raised a hellraiser
Stress gettin' major, Lord be my saviour
Ah, mama raised a hellraiser
Stress gettin' major, Lord be my saviour
Ah, mama raised a hellraiser
Stress gettin' major, Lord be my saviour
Ah, mama raised a hellraiser
Dear Lord, can you feel me?
Stress gettin' major
Ah, mama raised a hellraiser
Stress gettin' major
Tell me Lord can you feel me?
Show a sign
Damn they running out of time, everybody's dying
Mama raised a hell razor, I can't figure
Why you let the police beat down niggas?
I'm starting to think all the rich in the world are safe
While the poor babies resting in the early graves
God come save the youth
Ain't nothing else to do but have faith in you
I live the life of a thug, hope you understand
Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand
And my hands on the 16 shot
Semi-automatic, crooked cop killing Glock
Tell me Lord can you feel me?
Show a way
I'm praying but my enemies won't go away
And everywhere I turn I see niggas burn
Every nigga that I know's on death row
My younger [F] homie's [E] 17 and he paid a price
Lil' young motherfucker doing triple life
Though I tell him in his letters it's getting better
If my nigga knew the [Bb] truth he'd hit the roof
Just heard your baby's mama was smoked out
Fuck the drama, wanna break my loke out
[Db] Smoking blunts, getting drunk off that Tangerade gin
Bout to break my nigga out the fucking pen
Mama raise the hell raiser
You gotta be a special one
Come on, Mama raise the hell raiser
Here Lord can you feel me, stress getting major
Lord be my savior
Mama raise the hell raiser
Stress getting major, Lord be my savior
[C] Mama raise the hell raiser, stress getting major
Lord be my savior
Mama [D] raise the hell raiser, stress getting major
Lord can you hear me it's just me
A young nigga trying to make it on these rough streets
I'm on my knees begging please come and save me
The whole world done made a nigga crazy
I got my 357, can't control it
Screaming, die motherfucker and he's loaded
Everybody run for cover, oh shit
Thug life motherfucker, duck quick
Now am I wrong?
If I am, don't worry me
Cause do or die, getting high till they bury me
Dear Lord, if you hear me, tell me why
Little girl like Natasha 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 Natasha, now I'm screaming fuck the world
In the end it's my friends that flip-flopped
Lip locked on my dick when my shit dropped
Thug life motherfucker, I lick shots
Every nigga on my block drops 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 [Abm] to fight now
Mama raised a [Fm] Hellraiser, why I cry?
That's it's life, been together, do or die
Stressed skinÓn youthe major
Uh, Mama raised a [N] Hellraiser
Dear Lord, can you hear me?
Lord be my savior
Uh, Mama raised a Hellraiser
Dear Lord, can you hear me?
Lord be my savior
Uh, Mama raised a Hellraiser
Stressed skinÓn youthe major
Lord be my savior
Uh, Mama raised a Hellraiser
Stressed skinÓn youthe major
Lord be my savior
Uh, Mama raised a Hellraiser
Stress getting major, Lord be my savior
Mama raise a hell raiser, Stress getting major
Lord be my savior
Mama raise a hell raiser, Stress getting major
Lord be my savior
Mama raise a hell raiser, Stress getting [F] major
Lord be my savior
Mama raise a hell raiser
_ Ya gonna be a special one _
You _ _ [N] _ _ _ _
_ _ gonna be a special _ one
Oh, oh, to be a hair raiser.
_ You gotta be a special one.
_ _ _ _ Be a hair raiser.
_ You gotta be a special one.
Hair raiser.
Oh, oh, to be a hair raiser.
I'll go back.
You gotta be a special one.
Oh, oh, to be a_ _
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