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    Hell Mutha-Fuckin' Yeah
    This one goes out to my nigga Mike Coolage

    Hell Yeah

    (Verse 1)
    Born thuggin', heartless and mean muggin' at 16
    On the scene watching fiends buggin'
    Kicking up dust with the older G's
    Soaking 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 a prostitute
    Was taught lessons...a young nigga asking questions
    While other suckas was guessing, I was gangsta sexing
    Elementary wasn't meant for me...can't regret it
    I'm headed for the penitentiary
    I'm cut classes, I'm fuckin blastin', straight mashin'...
    Mobbing through the overpass laughing
    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 on the trigger, cause some niggas tried to kill me
    And mama raised a hellraiser
    Everyday getting paid, police on my pager...straight stressing
    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 gettin' richer they come to get ya
    It's like a motherfuckin' trap
    And they wonder why it's hard being black
    Dear Lord can ya feel me....gettin' major...ugh
    Mama raised a hellraiser

    Stress gettin' major
    Lord be my Savior
    Mama raised a hellrazor

    (Verse 2)
    Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign
    Damn near running outta time...everybody's dying
    Mama raised a hellraiser...I can't figure
    Why ya let the police beat down niggas
    I'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe
    While the po' babies rushing into early graves
    God probably saved the youth
    Ain't nothing 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 16 shot...semi-automatic
    Crooked cop killin' glock...
    Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a way
    I'm praying, but my enemies won't go away
    And everywhere I turn, I see niggas burn
    And every nigga that I know is on death row
    My younger homie's 17 and he paid a price
    Li'l young motherfucker doing triple life
    Though I tell him in his letters, its getting 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
    Smoking blunts getting drunk off that Tanqueray gin
    'Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin'...pen
    Mama raised a hellraiser...Come on...ugh
    Mama raised a hellraiser
    Dear Lord can ya feel me


    (Verse 3)
    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 craazy
    I got my .357...can't control it
    Screaming die motherfucker and he's...loaded
    Everybody run for cover...Aww shit
    Thug life motherfucker! Duck quick
    Now am I wrong, if I am don't worry me
    It's Do or Die getting high 'til they bury me
    Dear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why
    A lil girl like Latasha...had to die
    She never got to see the bullet...just heard the shot
    Her little body couldn't take it...she shook and dropped
    When it's all on the news how she bucked the girl...to kill Latasha
    Now screaming Fuck The World...
    In the end it's my friends...that flip flop
    Lips locked on my dick when my shit drop
    Thug life motherfucker! I lick shots
    Every nigga on my block...drop 2 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
    Stressing like a motherfucking drug dealer
    And even in the darkest nights,I'ma thug fo' life
    I got the heart to fight...now
    Mama raised a hellraiser...why cry
    That's just life in the ghetto...Do or Die

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