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I keep my finger on the trigger\n'Cause some nigga tried to kill me\nAnd mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid\nPolice on my pager, straight stressin'\nA fugitive, my occupation is under question\nWanted for investigation, and even though\nI'm marked for death, I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath\nMotherfuckers, every time I see the paper\nI see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' richer\nThey come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap\nAnd they wonder why it's hard bein' black\nDear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major, unhh\n\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor\nStress gettin' major, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n\nTell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign\nDamn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'\nMama raised a hellrazor, can't figure\nWhy you let the police beat down niggas\nI'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe\nWhile the po' babies rushin' into early graves\nGod come save the youth\nAin't nothin' else to do but have faith in you\n\nDear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you understand\nForgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand\nAnd my hand's on the 16-shot, semi-automatic\nCrooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord\nCan ya feel me? Show a way\nI'm prayin' but my enemies won't go away\nAnd everywhere I turn I see niggas burn\nEvery nigga that I know's on death row\n\nMy younger homie's 17 and he paid a price\nLittle young motherfucker doin' triple life\nThough I tell him in his letters, it's gettin' better\nIf my nigga knew the truth, he'd hit the roof\nJust heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama\nWanna break my Loc out, smokin' blunts\nGettin' drunk off that Tanqueray gin\n'Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin' pen'\nMama raised a hellrazor, uhh, yeah\nC'mon, uhh, mama raised a hellrazor\nUhh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major\n(Lord be my savior, unnh)\n\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n\nDear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me\nA young nigga tryin' to make it on these rough streets\nI'm on my knees beggin' please come and save me\nThe whole world done made a nigga crazy!\nI got my three-five-seven can't control it\nScreamin' die motherfucker and he's loaded\nEverybody run for cover, aww shit\nThug Life motherfucker, duck quick\nNow am I wrong if I am don't worry me\n'Cause do or die gettin' high 'til they bury me\n\nDear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why\nLittle girl like LaTasha, had to die\nShe never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot\nHer little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped\nAnd when I saw it on the news how she bucked the girl, killed Latasha\n\nNow I'm screamin' fuck the world, in the end\nIt's my friends, that flip-flop\nLip-locked on my dick when my shit drop\nThug Life motherfucker, I lick shots\nEvery nigga on my block dropped two cops\nDear Lord can ya hear me, when I die\nLet a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high\nWith my hands on the trigger, thug nigga\nStressin' like a motherfuckin' drug dealer\nAnd even in the darkest nights, I'm a thug for Life\nI got the heart to fight now\nMama raised a hellrazor, why cry?\nThat's just life in the ghetto, do or die","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.09] Major! Hell motherfuckin' yeah\n[00:02.49] This one goes out to my nigga Mike Cooley, hell yeah\n[00:06.74] Mama raised a hellrazor\n[00:08.91] Born thuggin'\n[00:10.07] Heartless and mean, muggin' at 16\n[00:12.10] On the scene watchin' fiends buggin'\n[00:13.87] Kickin' up dust with the older G's\n[00:16.60] Soakin' up the game that was told to me\n[00:18.84] I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot\n[00:21.00] I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes\n[00:23.62] Taught lessons, a young nigga askin' questions\n[00:26.19] While other suckers was guessin', I was gangsta sexin'\n[00:28.62] Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it\n[00:31.73] I'm headed for the penitentiary and cuttin' classing\n[00:34.21] I'm buckin' blastin', straight mashin'\n[00:36.14] Mobbin' through the overpass laughin'\n[00:38.06] While these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt\n[00:41.40] They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord\n[00:43.73] Can ya feel me? I keep my finger on the trigger\n[00:46.22] 'Cause some nigga tried to kill me\n[00:47.95] And mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid\n[00:51.22] Police on my pager, straight stressin'\n[00:53.77] A fugitive, my occupation is under question\n[00:56.01] Wanted for investigation, and even though\n[00:58.90] I'm marked for death, I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath\n[01:01.45] Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper\n[01:04.38] I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' richer\n[01:06.60] They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap\n[01:09.15] And they wonder why it's hard bein' black\n[01:11.45] Dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major, unhh\n[01:15.24] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:17.94] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[01:20.05] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:22.89] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[01:24.94] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:27.61] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[01:29.58] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:32.53] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[01:34.62] Mama raised a hellrazor\n[01:36.25] Stress gettin' major, unnh\n[01:39.06] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:41.88] Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign\n[01:44.19] Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'\n[01:46.79] Mama raised a hellrazor, can't figure\n[01:49.22] Why you let the police beat down niggas\n[01:51.63] I'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe\n[01:54.29] While the po' babies rushin' into early graves\n[01:56.48] God come save the youth\n[01:58.30] Ain't nothin' else to do but have faith in you\n[02:00.81] Dear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you understand\n[02:03.76] Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand\n[02:06.23] And my hand's on the 16-shot, semi-automatic\n[02:09.77] Crooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord\n[02:12.02] Can ya feel me? Show a way\n[02:13.75] I'm prayin' but my enemies won't go away\n[02:16.05] And everywhere I turn I see niggas burn\n[02:18.59] Every nigga that I know's on death row\n[02:20.98] My younger homie's 17 and he paid a price\n[02:23.46] Little young motherfucker doin' triple life\n[02:25.97] Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin' better\n[02:28.47] If my nigga knew the truth, he'd hit the roof\n[02:30.73] Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama\n[02:34.21] Wanna break my Loc out, smokin' blunts\n[02:36.45] Gettin' drunk off that Tanqueray gin\n[02:38.34] 'Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin' pen'\n[02:40.39] Mama raised a hellrazor, uhh, yeah\n[02:44.25] C'mon, uhh, mama raised a hellrazor\n[02:47.69] Uhh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major\n[02:50.82] (Lord be my savior, unnh)\n[02:53.08] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[02:55.83] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[02:57.99] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[03:00.75] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[03:02.64] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[03:05.28] Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me\n[03:07.57] A young nigga tryin' to make it on these rough streets\n[03:09.96] I'm on my knees beggin' please come and save me\n[03:12.56] The whole world done made a nigga crazy!\n[03:14.87] I got my three-five-seven can't control it\n[03:17.56] Screamin' die motherfucker and he's loaded\n[03:19.76] Everybody run for cover, aww shit\n[03:22.22] Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick\n[03:24.59] Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me\n[03:27.04] 'Cause do or die gettin' high 'til they bury me\n[03:29.55] Dear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why\n[03:31.94] Little girl like LaTasha, had to die\n[03:34.39] She never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot\n[03:36.94] Her little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped\n[03:39.42] And when I saw it on the news how she bucked the girl, killed Latasha\n[03:42.85] Now I'm screamin' fuck the world, in the end\n[03:45.10] It's my friends, that flip-flop\n[03:46.89] Lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop\n[03:49.18] Thug Life motherfucker, I lick shots\n[03:51.63] Every nigga on my block dropped two cops\n[03:54.23] Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die\n[03:56.62] Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high\n[03:59.11] With my hands on the trigger, thug nigga\n[04:01.59] Stressin' like a motherfuckin' drug dealer\n[04:04.22] And even in the darkest nights, I'm a thug for Life\n[04:07.13] I got the heart to fight now\n[04:08.97] Mama raised a hellrazor, why cry?\n[04:11.36] That's just life in the ghetto, do or die\n[04:12.80] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hellrazor\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: 2pac & Stretch\n  duration_ms: 298818\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Major! 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Hell motherfuckin' yeah\n  This one goes out to my nigga Mike Cooley, hell yeah\n  Mama raised a hellrazor\n\n  Born thuggin'\n  Heartless and mean, muggin' at 16\n  On the scene watchin' fiends buggin'\n  Kickin' up dust with the older G's\n  Soakin' up the game that was told to me\n  I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot\n  I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes\n  Taught lessons, a young nigga askin' questions\n  While other suckers was guessin', I was gangsta sexin'\n  Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it\n  I'm headed for the penitentiary and cuttin' classing\n  I'm buckin' blastin', straight mashin'\n  Mobbin' through the overpass laughin'\n\n  While these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt\n  They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord\n  Can ya feel me? I keep my finger on the trigger\n  'Cause some nigga tried to kill me\n  And mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid\n  Police on my pager, straight stressin'\n  A fugitive, my occupation is under question\n  Wanted for investigation, and even though\n  I'm marked for death, I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath\n  Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper\n  I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' richer\n  They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap\n  And they wonder why it's hard bein' black\n  Dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major, unhh\n\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor\n  Stress gettin' major, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n\n  Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign\n  Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, can't figure\n  Why you let the police beat down niggas\n  I'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe\n  While the po' babies rushin' into early graves\n  God come save the youth\n  Ain't nothin' else to do but have faith in you\n\n  Dear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you understand\n  Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand\n  And my hand's on the 16-shot, semi-automatic\n  Crooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord\n  Can ya feel me? 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I keep my finger on the trigger\n'Cause some nigga tried to kill me\nAnd mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid\nPolice on my pager, straight stressin'\nA fugitive, my occupation is under question\nWanted for investigation, and even though\nI'm marked for death, I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath\nMotherfuckers, every time I see the paper\nI see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' richer\nThey come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap\nAnd they wonder why it's hard bein' black\nDear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major, unhh\n\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor\nStress gettin' major, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n\nTell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign\nDamn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'\nMama raised a hellrazor, can't figure\nWhy you let the police beat down niggas\nI'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe\nWhile the po' babies rushin' into early graves\nGod come save the youth\nAin't nothin' else to do but have faith in you\n\nDear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you understand\nForgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand\nAnd my hand's on the 16-shot, semi-automatic\nCrooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord\nCan ya feel me? 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I keep my finger on the trigger\n  'Cause some nigga tried to kill me\n  And mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid\n  Police on my pager, straight stressin'\n  A fugitive, my occupation is under question\n  Wanted for investigation, and even though\n  I'm marked for death, I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath\n  Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper\n  I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' richer\n  They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap\n  And they wonder why it's hard bein' black\n  Dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major, unhh\n\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor\n  Stress gettin' major, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n\n  Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign\n  Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, can't figure\n  Why you let the police beat down niggas\n  I'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe\n  While the po' babies rushin' into early graves\n  God come save the youth\n  Ain't nothin' else to do but have faith in you\n\n  Dear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you understand\n  Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand\n  And my hand's on the 16-shot, semi-automatic\n  Crooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord\n  Can ya feel me? 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I keep my finger on the trigger\n'Cause some nigga tried to kill me\nAnd mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid\nPolice on my pager, straight stressin'\nA fugitive, my occupation is under question\nWanted for investigation, and even though\nI'm marked for death, I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath\nMotherfuckers, every time I see the paper\nI see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' richer\nThey come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap\nAnd they wonder why it's hard bein' black\nDear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major, unhh\n\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor\nStress gettin' major, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n\nTell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign\nDamn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'\nMama raised a hellrazor, can't figure\nWhy you let the police beat down niggas\nI'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe\nWhile the po' babies rushin' into early graves\nGod come save the youth\nAin't nothin' else to do but have faith in you\n\nDear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you understand\nForgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand\nAnd my hand's on the 16-shot, semi-automatic\nCrooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord\nCan ya feel me? 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Hell motherfuckin' yeah\n[00:02.42] This one goes out to my nigga Mike Cooley, hell yeah\n[00:06.71] Mama raised a hellrazor\n[00:08.99] Born thuggin'\n[00:10.07] Heartless and mean, muggin' at 16\n[00:12.07] On the scene watchin' fiends buggin'\n[00:13.84] Kickin' up dust with the older G's\n[00:16.52] Soakin' up the game that was told to me\n[00:18.87] I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot\n[00:21.01] I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes\n[00:23.63] Taught lessons, a young nigga askin' questions\n[00:26.14] While other suckers was guessin', I was gangsta sexin'\n[00:28.65] Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it\n[00:31.72] I'm headed for the penitentiary and cuttin' classing\n[00:34.26] I'm buckin' blastin', straight mashin'\n[00:36.19] Mobbin' through the overpass laughin'\n[00:38.04] While these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt\n[00:41.46] They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord\n[00:43.76] Can ya feel me? I keep my finger on the trigger\n[00:46.29] 'Cause some nigga tried to kill me\n[00:47.92] And mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid\n[00:51.26] Police on my pager, straight stressin'\n[00:53.78] A fugitive, my occupation is under question\n[00:56.06] Wanted for investigation, and even though\n[00:58.87] I'm marked for death, I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath\n[01:01.41] Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper\n[01:04.37] I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' richer\n[01:06.54] They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap\n[01:09.10] And they wonder why it's hard bein' black\n[01:11.48] Dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major, unhh\n[01:15.25] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:17.92] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[01:20.01] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:22.86] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[01:24.91] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:27.67] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[01:29.52] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:32.56] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[01:34.68] Mama raised a hellrazor\n[01:36.30] Stress gettin' major, unnh\n[01:39.08] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:41.81] Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign\n[01:44.13] Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'\n[01:46.72] Mama raised a hellrazor, can't figure\n[01:49.22] Why you let the police beat down niggas\n[01:51.69] I'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe\n[01:54.21] While the po' babies rushin' into early graves\n[01:56.45] God come save the youth\n[01:58.35] Ain't nothin' else to do but have faith in you\n[02:00.86] Dear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you understand\n[02:03.75] Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand\n[02:06.28] And my hand's on the 16-shot, semi-automatic\n[02:09.73] Crooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord\n[02:12.02] Can ya feel me? Show a way\n[02:13.73] I'm prayin' but my enemies won't go away\n[02:16.08] And everywhere I turn I see niggas burn\n[02:18.54] Every nigga that I know's on death row\n[02:20.91] My younger homie's 17 and he paid a price\n[02:23.42] Little young motherfucker doin' triple life\n[02:25.93] Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin' better\n[02:28.49] If my nigga knew the truth, he'd hit the roof\n[02:30.78] Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama\n[02:34.25] Wanna break my Loc out, smokin' blunts\n[02:36.49] Gettin' drunk off that Tanqueray gin\n[02:38.34] 'Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin' pen'\n[02:40.38] Mama raised a hellrazor, uhh, yeah\n[02:44.26] C'mon, uhh, mama raised a hellrazor\n[02:47.65] Uhh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major\n[02:50.83] (Lord be my savior, unnh)\n[02:53.05] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[02:55.84] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[02:57.91] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[03:00.76] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[03:02.68] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[03:05.22] Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me\n[03:07.58] A young nigga tryin' to make it on these rough streets\n[03:09.96] I'm on my knees beggin' please come and save me\n[03:12.51] The whole world done made a nigga crazy!\n[03:14.84] I got my three-five-seven can't control it\n[03:17.51] Screamin' die motherfucker and he's loaded\n[03:19.77] Everybody run for cover, aww shit\n[03:22.29] Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick\n[03:24.59] Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me\n[03:27.10] 'Cause do or die gettin' high 'til they bury me\n[03:29.52] Dear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why\n[03:31.93] Little girl like LaTasha, had to die\n[03:34.39] She never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot\n[03:36.96] Her little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped\n[03:39.44] And when I saw it on the news how she bucked the girl, killed Latasha\n[03:42.81] Now I'm screamin' fuck the world, in the end\n[03:45.19] It's my friends, that flip-flop\n[03:46.83] Lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop\n[03:49.19] Thug Life motherfucker, I lick shots\n[03:51.66] Every nigga on my block dropped two cops\n[03:54.22] Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die\n[03:56.61] Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high\n[03:59.12] With my hands on the trigger, thug nigga\n[04:01.59] Stressin' like a motherfuckin' drug dealer\n[04:04.28] And even in the darkest nights, I'm a thug for Life\n[04:07.15] I got the heart to fight now\n[04:08.94] Mama raised a hellrazor, why cry?\n[04:11.32] That's just life in the ghetto, do or die\n[04:12.76] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hellrazor - 2Pac featuring Val Young\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: R U Still Down? 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Hell motherfuckin' yeah\n  This one goes out to my nigga Mike Cooley, hell yeah\n  Mama raised a hellrazor\n\n  Born thuggin'\n  Heartless and mean, muggin' at 16\n  On the scene watchin' fiends buggin'\n  Kickin' up dust with the older G's\n  Soakin' up the game that was told to me\n  I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot\n  I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes\n  Taught lessons, a young nigga askin' questions\n  While other suckers was guessin', I was gangsta sexin'\n  Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it\n  I'm headed for the penitentiary and cuttin' classing\n  I'm buckin' blastin', straight mashin'\n  Mobbin' through the overpass laughin'\n\n  While these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt\n  They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord\n  Can ya feel me? 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Show a way\nI'm prayin' but my enemies won't go away\nAnd everywhere I turn I see niggas burn\nEvery nigga that I know's on death row\n\nMy younger homie's 17 and he paid a price\nLittle young motherfucker doin' triple life\nThough I tell him in his letters, it's gettin' better\nIf my nigga knew the truth, he'd hit the roof\nJust heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama\nWanna break my Loc out, smokin' blunts\nGettin' drunk off that Tanqueray gin\n'Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin' pen'\nMama raised a hellrazor, uhh, yeah\nC'mon, uhh, mama raised a hellrazor\nUhh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major\n(Lord be my savior, unnh)\n\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n\nDear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me\nA young nigga tryin' to make it on these rough streets\nI'm on my knees beggin' please come and save me\nThe whole world done made a nigga crazy!\nI got my three-five-seven can't control it\nScreamin' die motherfucker and he's loaded\nEverybody run for cover, aww shit\nThug Life motherfucker, duck quick\nNow am I wrong if I am don't worry me\n'Cause do or die gettin' high 'til they bury me\n\nDear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why\nLittle girl like LaTasha, had to die\nShe never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot\nHer little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped\nAnd when I saw it on the news how she bucked the girl, killed Latasha\n\nNow I'm screamin' fuck the world, in the end\nIt's my friends, that flip-flop\nLip-locked on my dick when my shit drop\nThug Life motherfucker, I lick shots\nEvery nigga on my block dropped two cops\nDear Lord can ya hear me, when I die\nLet a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high\nWith my hands on the trigger, thug nigga\nStressin' like a motherfuckin' drug dealer\nAnd even in the darkest nights, I'm a thug for Life\nI got the heart to fight now\nMama raised a hellrazor, why cry?\nThat's just life in the ghetto, do or die","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.08] Major! Hell motherfuckin' yeah\n[00:02.44] This one goes out to my nigga Mike Cooley, hell yeah\n[00:06.72] Mama raised a hellrazor\n[00:08.98] Born thuggin'\n[00:10.03] Heartless and mean, muggin' at 16\n[00:12.03] On the scene watchin' fiends buggin'\n[00:13.84] Kickin' up dust with the older G's\n[00:16.57] Soakin' up the game that was told to me\n[00:18.87] I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot\n[00:21.09] I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes\n[00:23.69] Taught lessons, a young nigga askin' questions\n[00:26.12] While other suckers was guessin', I was gangsta sexin'\n[00:28.63] Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it\n[00:31.79] I'm headed for the penitentiary and cuttin' classing\n[00:34.29] I'm buckin' blastin', straight mashin'\n[00:36.11] Mobbin' through the overpass laughin'\n[00:38.01] While these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt\n[00:41.46] They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord\n[00:43.73] Can ya feel me? 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Show a way\n[02:13.73] I'm prayin' but my enemies won't go away\n[02:16.02] And everywhere I turn I see niggas burn\n[02:18.55] Every nigga that I know's on death row\n[02:20.91] My younger homie's 17 and he paid a price\n[02:23.48] Little young motherfucker doin' triple life\n[02:25.97] Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin' better\n[02:28.43] If my nigga knew the truth, he'd hit the roof\n[02:30.74] Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama\n[02:34.22] Wanna break my Loc out, smokin' blunts\n[02:36.41] Gettin' drunk off that Tanqueray gin\n[02:38.40] 'Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin' pen'\n[02:40.32] Mama raised a hellrazor, uhh, yeah\n[02:44.23] C'mon, uhh, mama raised a hellrazor\n[02:47.67] Uhh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major\n[02:50.85] (Lord be my savior, unnh)\n[02:53.02] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[02:55.82] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[02:57.99] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[03:00.79] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[03:02.61] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[03:05.24] Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me\n[03:07.56] A young nigga tryin' to make it on these rough streets\n[03:09.97] I'm on my knees beggin' please come and save me\n[03:12.59] The whole world done made a nigga crazy!\n[03:14.83] I got my three-five-seven can't control it\n[03:17.59] Screamin' die motherfucker and he's loaded\n[03:19.78] Everybody run for cover, aww shit\n[03:22.26] Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick\n[03:24.53] Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me\n[03:27.04] 'Cause do or die gettin' high 'til they bury me\n[03:29.54] Dear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why\n[03:31.97] Little girl like LaTasha, had to die\n[03:34.36] She never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot\n[03:36.99] Her little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped\n[03:39.48] And when I saw it on the news how she bucked the girl, killed Latasha\n[03:42.84] Now I'm screamin' fuck the world, in the end\n[03:45.16] It's my friends, that flip-flop\n[03:46.81] Lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop\n[03:49.18] Thug Life motherfucker, I lick shots\n[03:51.69] Every nigga on my block dropped two cops\n[03:54.21] Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die\n[03:56.67] Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high\n[03:59.10] With my hands on the trigger, thug nigga\n[04:01.55] Stressin' like a motherfuckin' drug dealer\n[04:04.25] And even in the darkest nights, I'm a thug for Life\n[04:07.15] I got the heart to fight now\n[04:08.97] Mama raised a hellrazor, why cry?\n[04:11.38] That's just life in the ghetto, do or die\n[04:12.82] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hellrazor\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Chapter 167. 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I keep my finger on the trigger\n  'Cause some nigga tried to kill me\n  And mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid\n  Police on my pager, straight stressin'\n  A fugitive, my occupation is under question\n  Wanted for investigation, and even though\n  I'm marked for death, I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath\n  Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper\n  I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' richer\n  They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap\n  And they wonder why it's hard bein' black\n  Dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major, unhh\n\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor\n  Stress gettin' major, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n\n  Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign\n  Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, can't figure\n  Why you let the police beat down niggas\n  I'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe\n  While the po' babies rushin' into early graves\n  God come save the youth\n  Ain't nothin' else to do but have faith in you\n\n  Dear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you understand\n  Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand\n  And my hand's on the 16-shot, semi-automatic\n  Crooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord\n  Can ya feel me? 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Hell motherfuckin' yeah\n  This one goes out to my nigga Mike Cooley, hell yeah\n  Mama raised a hellrazor\n\n  Born thuggin'\n  Heartless and mean, muggin' at 16\n  On the scene watchin' fiends buggin'\n  Kickin' up dust with the older G's\n  Soakin' up the game that was told to me\n  I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot\n  I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes\n  Taught lessons, a young nigga askin' questions\n  While other suckers was guessin', I was gangsta sexin'\n  Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it\n  I'm headed for the penitentiary and cuttin' classing\n  I'm buckin' blastin', straight mashin'\n  Mobbin' through the overpass laughin'\n\n  While these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt\n  They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord\n  Can ya feel me? I keep my finger on the trigger\n  'Cause some nigga tried to kill me\n  And mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid\n  Police on my pager, straight stressin'\n  A fugitive, my occupation is under question\n  Wanted for investigation, and even though\n  I'm marked for death, I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath\n  Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper\n  I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' richer\n  They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap\n  And they wonder why it's hard bein' black\n  Dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major, unhh\n\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor\n  Stress gettin' major, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n\n  Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign\n  Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, can't figure\n  Why you let the police beat down niggas\n  I'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe\n  While the po' babies rushin' into early graves\n  God come save the youth\n  Ain't nothin' else to do but have faith in you\n\n  Dear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you understand\n  Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand\n  And my hand's on the 16-shot, semi-automatic\n  Crooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord\n  Can ya feel me? 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Hell motherfuckin' yeah\nThis one goes out to my nigga Mike Cooley, hell yeah\nMama raised a hellrazor\n\nBorn thuggin'\nHeartless and mean, muggin' at 16\nOn the scene watchin' fiends buggin'\nKickin' up dust with the older G's\nSoakin' up the game that was told to me\nI ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot\nI learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes\nTaught lessons, a young nigga askin' questions\nWhile other suckers was guessin', I was gangsta sexin'\nElementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it\nI'm headed for the penitentiary and cuttin' classing\nI'm buckin' blastin', straight mashin'\nMobbin' through the overpass laughin'\n\nWhile these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt\nThey jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord\nCan ya feel me? 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I keep my finger on the trigger\n[00:46.22] 'Cause some nigga tried to kill me\n[00:47.95] And mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid\n[00:51.22] Police on my pager, straight stressin'\n[00:53.77] A fugitive, my occupation is under question\n[00:56.01] Wanted for investigation, and even though\n[00:58.90] I'm marked for death, I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath\n[01:01.45] Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper\n[01:04.38] I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' richer\n[01:06.60] They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap\n[01:09.15] And they wonder why it's hard bein' black\n[01:11.45] Dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major, unhh\n[01:15.24] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:17.94] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[01:20.05] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:22.89] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[01:24.94] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:27.61] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[01:29.58] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:32.53] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[01:34.62] Mama raised a hellrazor\n[01:36.25] Stress gettin' major, unnh\n[01:39.06] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:41.88] Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign\n[01:44.19] Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'\n[01:46.79] Mama raised a hellrazor, can't figure\n[01:49.22] Why you let the police beat down niggas\n[01:51.63] I'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe\n[01:54.29] While the po' babies rushin' into early graves\n[01:56.48] God come save the youth\n[01:58.30] Ain't nothin' else to do but have faith in you\n[02:00.81] Dear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you understand\n[02:03.76] Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand\n[02:06.23] And my hand's on the 16-shot, semi-automatic\n[02:09.77] Crooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord\n[02:12.02] Can ya feel me? Show a way\n[02:13.75] I'm prayin' but my enemies won't go away\n[02:16.05] And everywhere I turn I see niggas burn\n[02:18.59] Every nigga that I know's on death row\n[02:20.98] My younger homie's 17 and he paid a price\n[02:23.46] Little young motherfucker doin' triple life\n[02:25.97] Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin' better\n[02:28.47] If my nigga knew the truth, he'd hit the roof\n[02:30.73] Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama\n[02:34.21] Wanna break my Loc out, smokin' blunts\n[02:36.45] Gettin' drunk off that Tanqueray gin\n[02:38.34] 'Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin' pen'\n[02:40.39] Mama raised a hellrazor, uhh, yeah\n[02:44.25] C'mon, uhh, mama raised a hellrazor\n[02:47.69] Uhh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major\n[02:50.82] (Lord be my savior, unnh)\n[02:53.08] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[02:55.83] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[02:57.99] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[03:00.75] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[03:02.64] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[03:05.28] Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me\n[03:07.57] A young nigga tryin' to make it on these rough streets\n[03:09.96] I'm on my knees beggin' please come and save me\n[03:12.56] The whole world done made a nigga crazy!\n[03:14.87] I got my three-five-seven can't control it\n[03:17.56] Screamin' die motherfucker and he's loaded\n[03:19.76] Everybody run for cover, aww shit\n[03:22.22] Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick\n[03:24.59] Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me\n[03:27.04] 'Cause do or die gettin' high 'til they bury me\n[03:29.55] Dear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why\n[03:31.94] Little girl like LaTasha, had to die\n[03:34.39] She never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot\n[03:36.94] Her little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped\n[03:39.42] And when I saw it on the news how she bucked the girl, killed Latasha\n[03:42.85] Now I'm screamin' fuck the world, in the end\n[03:45.10] It's my friends, that flip-flop\n[03:46.89] Lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop\n[03:49.18] Thug Life motherfucker, I lick shots\n[03:51.63] Every nigga on my block dropped two cops\n[03:54.23] Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die\n[03:56.62] Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high\n[03:59.11] With my hands on the trigger, thug nigga\n[04:01.59] Stressin' like a motherfuckin' drug dealer\n[04:04.22] And even in the darkest nights, I'm a thug for Life\n[04:07.13] I got the heart to fight now\n[04:08.97] Mama raised a hellrazor, why cry?\n[04:11.36] That's just life in the ghetto, do or die\n[04:12.80] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hellrazor\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Diary of the Originator\n  duration_ms: 313000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Major! 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Hell motherfuckin' yeah\n  This one goes out to my nigga Mike Cooley, hell yeah\n  Mama raised a hellrazor\n\n  Born thuggin'\n  Heartless and mean, muggin' at 16\n  On the scene watchin' fiends buggin'\n  Kickin' up dust with the older G's\n  Soakin' up the game that was told to me\n  I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot\n  I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes\n  Taught lessons, a young nigga askin' questions\n  While other suckers was guessin', I was gangsta sexin'\n  Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it\n  I'm headed for the penitentiary and cuttin' classing\n  I'm buckin' blastin', straight mashin'\n  Mobbin' through the overpass laughin'\n\n  While these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt\n  They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord\n  Can ya feel me? I keep my finger on the trigger\n  'Cause some nigga tried to kill me\n  And mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid\n  Police on my pager, straight stressin'\n  A fugitive, my occupation is under question\n  Wanted for investigation, and even though\n  I'm marked for death, I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath\n  Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper\n  I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' richer\n  They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap\n  And they wonder why it's hard bein' black\n  Dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major, unhh\n\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor\n  Stress gettin' major, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n\n  Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign\n  Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, can't figure\n  Why you let the police beat down niggas\n  I'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe\n  While the po' babies rushin' into early graves\n  God come save the youth\n  Ain't nothin' else to do but have faith in you\n\n  Dear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you understand\n  Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand\n  And my hand's on the 16-shot, semi-automatic\n  Crooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord\n  Can ya feel me? 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Hell motherfuckin' yeah\nThis one goes out to my nigga Mike Cooley, hell yeah\nMama raised a hellrazor\n\nBorn thuggin'\nHeartless and mean, muggin' at 16\nOn the scene watchin' fiends buggin'\nKickin' up dust with the older G's\nSoakin' up the game that was told to me\nI ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot\nI learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes\nTaught lessons, a young nigga askin' questions\nWhile other suckers was guessin', I was gangsta sexin'\nElementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it\nI'm headed for the penitentiary and cuttin' classing\nI'm buckin' blastin', straight mashin'\nMobbin' through the overpass laughin'\n\nWhile these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt\nThey jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord\nCan ya feel me? I keep my finger on the trigger\n'Cause some nigga tried to kill me\nAnd mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid\nPolice on my pager, straight stressin'\nA fugitive, my occupation is under question\nWanted for investigation, and even though\nI'm marked for death, I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath\nMotherfuckers, every time I see the paper\nI see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' richer\nThey come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap\nAnd they wonder why it's hard bein' black\nDear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major, unhh\n\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor\nStress gettin' major, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n\nTell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign\nDamn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'\nMama raised a hellrazor, can't figure\nWhy you let the police beat down niggas\nI'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe\nWhile the po' babies rushin' into early graves\nGod come save the youth\nAin't nothin' else to do but have faith in you\n\nDear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you understand\nForgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand\nAnd my hand's on the 16-shot, semi-automatic\nCrooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord\nCan ya feel me? 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Hell motherfuckin' yeah\n  This one goes out to my nigga Mike Cooley, hell yeah\n  Mama raised a hellrazor\n\n  Born thuggin'\n  Heartless and mean, muggin' at 16\n  On the scene watchin' fiends buggin'\n  Kickin' up dust with the older G's\n  Soakin' up the game that was told to me\n  I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot\n  I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes\n  Taught lessons, a young nigga askin' questions\n  While other suckers was guessin', I was gangsta sexin'\n  Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it\n  I'm headed for the penitentiary and cuttin' classing\n  I'm buckin' blastin', straight mashin'\n  Mobbin' through the overpass laughin'\n\n  While these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt\n  They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord\n  Can ya feel me? I keep my finger on the trigger\n  'Cause some nigga tried to kill me\n  And mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid\n  Police on my pager, straight stressin'\n  A fugitive, my occupation is under question\n  Wanted for investigation, and even though\n  I'm marked for death, I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath\n  Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper\n  I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' richer\n  They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap\n  And they wonder why it's hard bein' black\n  Dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major, unhh\n\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor\n  Stress gettin' major, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n\n  Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign\n  Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, can't figure\n  Why you let the police beat down niggas\n  I'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe\n  While the po' babies rushin' into early graves\n  God come save the youth\n  Ain't nothin' else to do but have faith in you\n\n  Dear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you understand\n  Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand\n  And my hand's on the 16-shot, semi-automatic\n  Crooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord\n  Can ya feel me? Show a way\n  I'm prayin' but my enemies won't go away\n  And everywhere I turn I see niggas burn\n  Every nigga that I know's on death row\n\n  My younger homie's 17 and he paid a price\n  Little young motherfucker doin' triple life\n  Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin' better\n  If my nigga knew the truth, he'd hit the roof\n  Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama\n  Wanna break my Loc out, smokin' blunts\n  Gettin' drunk off that Tanqueray gin\n  'Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin' pen'\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, uhh, yeah\n  C'mon, uhh, mama raised a hellrazor\n  Uhh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major\n  (Lord be my savior, unnh)\n\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n\n  Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me\n  A young nigga tryin' to make it on these rough streets\n  I'm on my knees beggin' please come and save me\n  The whole world done made a nigga crazy!\n  I got my three-five-seven can't control it\n  Screamin' die motherfucker and he's loaded\n  Everybody run for cover, aww shit\n  Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick\n  Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me\n  'Cause do or die gettin' high 'til they bury me\n\n  Dear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why\n  Little girl like LaTasha, had to die\n  She never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot\n  Her little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped\n  And when I saw it on the news how she bucked the girl, killed Latasha\n\n  Now I'm screamin' fuck the world, in the end\n  It's my friends, that flip-flop\n  Lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop\n  Thug Life motherfucker, I lick shots\n  Every nigga on my block dropped two cops\n  Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die\n  Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high\n  With my hands on the trigger, thug nigga\n  Stressin' like a motherfuckin' drug dealer\n  And even in the darkest nights, I'm a thug for Life\n  I got the heart to fight now\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, why cry?\n  That's just life in the ghetto, do or die\n"},{"id":31527721,"name":"Hellrazor","trackName":"Hellrazor","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Unknown Album","duration":255.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Major! Hell motherfuckin' yeah\nThis one goes out to my nigga Mike Cooley, hell yeah\nMama raised a hellrazor\n\nBorn thuggin'\nHeartless and mean, muggin' at 16\nOn the scene watchin' fiends buggin'\nKickin' up dust with the older G's\nSoakin' up the game that was told to me\nI ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot\nI learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes\nTaught lessons, a young nigga askin' questions\nWhile other suckers was guessin', I was gangsta sexin'\nElementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it\nI'm headed for the penitentiary and cuttin' classing\nI'm buckin' blastin', straight mashin'\nMobbin' through the overpass laughin'\n\nWhile these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt\nThey jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord\nCan ya feel me? I keep my finger on the trigger\n'Cause some nigga tried to kill me\nAnd mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid\nPolice on my pager, straight stressin'\nA fugitive, my occupation is under question\nWanted for investigation, and even though\nI'm marked for death, I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath\nMotherfuckers, every time I see the paper\nI see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' richer\nThey come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap\nAnd they wonder why it's hard bein' black\nDear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major, unhh\n\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor\nStress gettin' major, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n\nTell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign\nDamn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'\nMama raised a hellrazor, can't figure\nWhy you let the police beat down niggas\nI'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe\nWhile the po' babies rushin' into early graves\nGod come save the youth\nAin't nothin' else to do but have faith in you\n\nDear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you understand\nForgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand\nAnd my hand's on the 16-shot, semi-automatic\nCrooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord\nCan ya feel me? Show a way\nI'm prayin' but my enemies won't go away\nAnd everywhere I turn I see niggas burn\nEvery nigga that I know's on death row\n\nMy younger homie's 17 and he paid a price\nLittle young motherfucker doin' triple life\nThough I tell him in his letters, it's gettin' better\nIf my nigga knew the truth, he'd hit the roof\nJust heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama\nWanna break my Loc out, smokin' blunts\nGettin' drunk off that Tanqueray gin\n'Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin' pen'\nMama raised a hellrazor, uhh, yeah\nC'mon, uhh, mama raised a hellrazor\nUhh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major\n(Lord be my savior, unnh)\n\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n\nDear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me\nA young nigga tryin' to make it on these rough streets\nI'm on my knees beggin' please come and save me\nThe whole world done made a nigga crazy!\nI got my three-five-seven can't control it\nScreamin' die motherfucker and he's loaded\nEverybody run for cover, aww shit\nThug Life motherfucker, duck quick\nNow am I wrong if I am don't worry me\n'Cause do or die gettin' high 'til they bury me\n\nDear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why\nLittle girl like LaTasha, had to die\nShe never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot\nHer little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped\nAnd when I saw it on the news how she bucked the girl, killed Latasha\n\nNow I'm screamin' fuck the world, in the end\nIt's my friends, that flip-flop\nLip-locked on my dick when my shit drop\nThug Life motherfucker, I lick shots\nEvery nigga on my block dropped two cops\nDear Lord can ya hear me, when I die\nLet a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high\nWith my hands on the trigger, thug nigga\nStressin' like a motherfuckin' drug dealer\nAnd even in the darkest nights, I'm a thug for Life\nI got the heart to fight now\nMama raised a hellrazor, why cry?\nThat's just life in the ghetto, do or die","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.09] Major! Hell motherfuckin' yeah\n[00:02.49] This one goes out to my nigga Mike Cooley, hell yeah\n[00:06.74] Mama raised a hellrazor\n[00:08.91] Born thuggin'\n[00:10.07] Heartless and mean, muggin' at 16\n[00:12.10] On the scene watchin' fiends buggin'\n[00:13.87] Kickin' up dust with the older G's\n[00:16.60] Soakin' up the game that was told to me\n[00:18.84] I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot\n[00:21.00] I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes\n[00:23.62] Taught lessons, a young nigga askin' questions\n[00:26.19] While other suckers was guessin', I was gangsta sexin'\n[00:28.62] Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it\n[00:31.73] I'm headed for the penitentiary and cuttin' classing\n[00:34.21] I'm buckin' blastin', straight mashin'\n[00:36.14] Mobbin' through the overpass laughin'\n[00:38.06] While these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt\n[00:41.40] They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord\n[00:43.73] Can ya feel me? I keep my finger on the trigger\n[00:46.22] 'Cause some nigga tried to kill me\n[00:47.95] And mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid\n[00:51.22] Police on my pager, straight stressin'\n[00:53.77] A fugitive, my occupation is under question\n[00:56.01] Wanted for investigation, and even though\n[00:58.90] I'm marked for death, I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath\n[01:01.45] Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper\n[01:04.38] I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' richer\n[01:06.60] They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap\n[01:09.15] And they wonder why it's hard bein' black\n[01:11.45] Dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major, unhh\n[01:15.24] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:17.94] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[01:20.05] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:22.89] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[01:24.94] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:27.61] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[01:29.58] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:32.53] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[01:34.62] Mama raised a hellrazor\n[01:36.25] Stress gettin' major, unnh\n[01:39.06] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:41.88] Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign\n[01:44.19] Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'\n[01:46.79] Mama raised a hellrazor, can't figure\n[01:49.22] Why you let the police beat down niggas\n[01:51.63] I'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe\n[01:54.29] While the po' babies rushin' into early graves\n[01:56.48] God come save the youth\n[01:58.30] Ain't nothin' else to do but have faith in you\n[02:00.81] Dear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you understand\n[02:03.76] Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand\n[02:06.23] And my hand's on the 16-shot, semi-automatic\n[02:09.77] Crooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord\n[02:12.02] Can ya feel me? Show a way\n[02:13.75] I'm prayin' but my enemies won't go away\n[02:16.05] And everywhere I turn I see niggas burn\n[02:18.59] Every nigga that I know's on death row\n[02:20.98] My younger homie's 17 and he paid a price\n[02:23.46] Little young motherfucker doin' triple life\n[02:25.97] Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin' better\n[02:28.47] If my nigga knew the truth, he'd hit the roof\n[02:30.73] Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama\n[02:34.21] Wanna break my Loc out, smokin' blunts\n[02:36.45] Gettin' drunk off that Tanqueray gin\n[02:38.34] 'Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin' pen'\n[02:40.39] Mama raised a hellrazor, uhh, yeah\n[02:44.25] C'mon, uhh, mama raised a hellrazor\n[02:47.69] Uhh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major\n[02:50.82] (Lord be my savior, unnh)\n[02:53.08] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[02:55.83] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[02:57.99] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[03:00.75] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[03:02.64] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[03:05.28] Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me\n[03:07.57] A young nigga tryin' to make it on these rough streets\n[03:09.96] I'm on my knees beggin' please come and save me\n[03:12.56] The whole world done made a nigga crazy!\n[03:14.87] I got my three-five-seven can't control it\n[03:17.56] Screamin' die motherfucker and he's loaded\n[03:19.76] Everybody run for cover, aww shit\n[03:22.22] Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick\n[03:24.59] Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me\n[03:27.04] 'Cause do or die gettin' high 'til they bury me\n[03:29.55] Dear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why\n[03:31.94] Little girl like LaTasha, had to die\n[03:34.39] She never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot\n[03:36.94] Her little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped\n[03:39.42] And when I saw it on the news how she bucked the girl, killed Latasha\n[03:42.85] Now I'm screamin' fuck the world, in the end\n[03:45.10] It's my friends, that flip-flop\n[03:46.89] Lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop\n[03:49.18] Thug Life motherfucker, I lick shots\n[03:51.63] Every nigga on my block dropped two cops\n[03:54.23] Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die\n[03:56.62] Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high\n[03:59.11] With my hands on the trigger, thug nigga\n[04:01.59] Stressin' like a motherfuckin' drug dealer\n[04:04.22] And even in the darkest nights, I'm a thug for Life\n[04:07.13] I got the heart to fight now\n[04:08.97] Mama raised a hellrazor, why cry?\n[04:11.36] That's just life in the ghetto, do or die\n[04:12.80] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hellrazor\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Unknown Album\n  duration_ms: 255000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Major! 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Hell motherfuckin' yeah\n  This one goes out to my nigga Mike Cooley, hell yeah\n  Mama raised a hellrazor\n\n  Born thuggin'\n  Heartless and mean, muggin' at 16\n  On the scene watchin' fiends buggin'\n  Kickin' up dust with the older G's\n  Soakin' up the game that was told to me\n  I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot\n  I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes\n  Taught lessons, a young nigga askin' questions\n  While other suckers was guessin', I was gangsta sexin'\n  Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it\n  I'm headed for the penitentiary and cuttin' classing\n  I'm buckin' blastin', straight mashin'\n  Mobbin' through the overpass laughin'\n\n  While these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt\n  They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord\n  Can ya feel me? I keep my finger on the trigger\n  'Cause some nigga tried to kill me\n  And mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid\n  Police on my pager, straight stressin'\n  A fugitive, my occupation is under question\n  Wanted for investigation, and even though\n  I'm marked for death, I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath\n  Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper\n  I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' richer\n  They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap\n  And they wonder why it's hard bein' black\n  Dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major, unhh\n\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor\n  Stress gettin' major, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n\n  Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign\n  Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, can't figure\n  Why you let the police beat down niggas\n  I'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe\n  While the po' babies rushin' into early graves\n  God come save the youth\n  Ain't nothin' else to do but have faith in you\n\n  Dear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you understand\n  Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand\n  And my hand's on the 16-shot, semi-automatic\n  Crooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord\n  Can ya feel me? 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I keep my finger on the trigger\n'Cause some nigga tried to kill me\nAnd mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid\nPolice on my pager, straight stressin'\nA fugitive, my occupation is under question\nWanted for investigation, and even though\nI'm marked for death, I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath\nMotherfuckers, every time I see the paper\nI see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' richer\nThey come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap\nAnd they wonder why it's hard bein' black\nDear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major, unhh\n\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor\nStress gettin' major, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n\nTell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign\nDamn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'\nMama raised a hellrazor, can't figure\nWhy you let the police beat down niggas\nI'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe\nWhile the po' babies rushin' into early graves\nGod come save the youth\nAin't nothin' else to do but have faith in you\n\nDear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you understand\nForgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand\nAnd my hand's on the 16-shot, semi-automatic\nCrooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord\nCan ya feel me? Show a way\nI'm prayin' but my enemies won't go away\nAnd everywhere I turn I see niggas burn\nEvery nigga that I know's on death row\n\nMy younger homie's 17 and he paid a price\nLittle young motherfucker doin' triple life\nThough I tell him in his letters, it's gettin' better\nIf my nigga knew the truth, he'd hit the roof\nJust heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama\nWanna break my Loc out, smokin' blunts\nGettin' drunk off that Tanqueray gin\n'Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin' pen'\nMama raised a hellrazor, uhh, yeah\nC'mon, uhh, mama raised a hellrazor\nUhh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major\n(Lord be my savior, unnh)\n\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n\nDear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me\nA young nigga tryin' to make it on these rough streets\nI'm on my knees beggin' please come and save me\nThe whole world done made a nigga crazy!\nI got my three-five-seven can't control it\nScreamin' die motherfucker and he's loaded\nEverybody run for cover, aww shit\nThug Life motherfucker, duck quick\nNow am I wrong if I am don't worry me\n'Cause do or die gettin' high 'til they bury me\n\nDear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why\nLittle girl like LaTasha, had to die\nShe never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot\nHer little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped\nAnd when I saw it on the news how she bucked the girl, killed Latasha\n\nNow I'm screamin' fuck the world, in the end\nIt's my friends, that flip-flop\nLip-locked on my dick when my shit drop\nThug Life motherfucker, I lick shots\nEvery nigga on my block dropped two cops\nDear Lord can ya hear me, when I die\nLet a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high\nWith my hands on the trigger, thug nigga\nStressin' like a motherfuckin' drug dealer\nAnd even in the darkest nights, I'm a thug for Life\nI got the heart to fight now\nMama raised a hellrazor, why cry?\nThat's just life in the ghetto, do or die","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.08] Major! Hell motherfuckin' yeah\n[00:02.44] This one goes out to my nigga Mike Cooley, hell yeah\n[00:06.72] Mama raised a hellrazor\n[00:08.98] Born thuggin'\n[00:10.03] Heartless and mean, muggin' at 16\n[00:12.03] On the scene watchin' fiends buggin'\n[00:13.84] Kickin' up dust with the older G's\n[00:16.57] Soakin' up the game that was told to me\n[00:18.87] I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot\n[00:21.09] I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes\n[00:23.69] Taught lessons, a young nigga askin' questions\n[00:26.12] While other suckers was guessin', I was gangsta sexin'\n[00:28.63] Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it\n[00:31.79] I'm headed for the penitentiary and cuttin' classing\n[00:34.29] I'm buckin' blastin', straight mashin'\n[00:36.11] Mobbin' through the overpass laughin'\n[00:38.01] While these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt\n[00:41.46] They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord\n[00:43.73] Can ya feel me? I keep my finger on the trigger\n[00:46.26] 'Cause some nigga tried to kill me\n[00:47.92] And mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid\n[00:51.25] Police on my pager, straight stressin'\n[00:53.76] A fugitive, my occupation is under question\n[00:56.09] Wanted for investigation, and even though\n[00:58.88] I'm marked for death, I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath\n[01:01.47] Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper\n[01:04.37] I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' richer\n[01:06.57] They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap\n[01:09.12] And they wonder why it's hard bein' black\n[01:11.42] Dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major, unhh\n[01:15.25] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:17.94] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[01:20.09] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:22.86] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[01:24.99] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:27.62] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[01:29.59] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:32.53] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[01:34.68] Mama raised a hellrazor\n[01:36.25] Stress gettin' major, unnh\n[01:39.03] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:41.88] Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign\n[01:44.17] Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'\n[01:46.76] Mama raised a hellrazor, can't figure\n[01:49.27] Why you let the police beat down niggas\n[01:51.67] I'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe\n[01:54.26] While the po' babies rushin' into early graves\n[01:56.47] God come save the youth\n[01:58.32] Ain't nothin' else to do but have faith in you\n[02:00.90] Dear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you understand\n[02:03.73] Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand\n[02:06.25] And my hand's on the 16-shot, semi-automatic\n[02:09.75] Crooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord\n[02:12.08] Can ya feel me? Show a way\n[02:13.73] I'm prayin' but my enemies won't go away\n[02:16.02] And everywhere I turn I see niggas burn\n[02:18.55] Every nigga that I know's on death row\n[02:20.91] My younger homie's 17 and he paid a price\n[02:23.48] Little young motherfucker doin' triple life\n[02:25.97] Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin' better\n[02:28.43] If my nigga knew the truth, he'd hit the roof\n[02:30.74] Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama\n[02:34.22] Wanna break my Loc out, smokin' blunts\n[02:36.41] Gettin' drunk off that Tanqueray gin\n[02:38.40] 'Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin' pen'\n[02:40.32] Mama raised a hellrazor, uhh, yeah\n[02:44.23] C'mon, uhh, mama raised a hellrazor\n[02:47.67] Uhh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major\n[02:50.85] (Lord be my savior, unnh)\n[02:53.02] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[02:55.82] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[02:57.99] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[03:00.79] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[03:02.61] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[03:05.24] Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me\n[03:07.56] A young nigga tryin' to make it on these rough streets\n[03:09.97] I'm on my knees beggin' please come and save me\n[03:12.59] The whole world done made a nigga crazy!\n[03:14.83] I got my three-five-seven can't control it\n[03:17.59] Screamin' die motherfucker and he's loaded\n[03:19.78] Everybody run for cover, aww shit\n[03:22.26] Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick\n[03:24.53] Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me\n[03:27.04] 'Cause do or die gettin' high 'til they bury me\n[03:29.54] Dear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why\n[03:31.97] Little girl like LaTasha, had to die\n[03:34.36] She never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot\n[03:36.99] Her little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped\n[03:39.48] And when I saw it on the news how she bucked the girl, killed Latasha\n[03:42.84] Now I'm screamin' fuck the world, in the end\n[03:45.16] It's my friends, that flip-flop\n[03:46.81] Lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop\n[03:49.18] Thug Life motherfucker, I lick shots\n[03:51.69] Every nigga on my block dropped two cops\n[03:54.21] Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die\n[03:56.67] Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high\n[03:59.10] With my hands on the trigger, thug nigga\n[04:01.55] Stressin' like a motherfuckin' drug dealer\n[04:04.25] And even in the darkest nights, I'm a thug for Life\n[04:07.15] I got the heart to fight now\n[04:08.97] Mama raised a hellrazor, why cry?\n[04:11.38] That's just life in the ghetto, do or die\n[04:12.82] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hellrazor\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: R U Still Down! 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Hell motherfuckin' yeah\n  This one goes out to my nigga Mike Cooley, hell yeah\n  Mama raised a hellrazor\n\n  Born thuggin'\n  Heartless and mean, muggin' at 16\n  On the scene watchin' fiends buggin'\n  Kickin' up dust with the older G's\n  Soakin' up the game that was told to me\n  I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot\n  I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes\n  Taught lessons, a young nigga askin' questions\n  While other suckers was guessin', I was gangsta sexin'\n  Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it\n  I'm headed for the penitentiary and cuttin' classing\n  I'm buckin' blastin', straight mashin'\n  Mobbin' through the overpass laughin'\n\n  While these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt\n  They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord\n  Can ya feel me? I keep my finger on the trigger\n  'Cause some nigga tried to kill me\n  And mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid\n  Police on my pager, straight stressin'\n  A fugitive, my occupation is under question\n  Wanted for investigation, and even though\n  I'm marked for death, I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath\n  Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper\n  I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' richer\n  They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap\n  And they wonder why it's hard bein' black\n  Dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major, unhh\n\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor\n  Stress gettin' major, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n\n  Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign\n  Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, can't figure\n  Why you let the police beat down niggas\n  I'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe\n  While the po' babies rushin' into early graves\n  God come save the youth\n  Ain't nothin' else to do but have faith in you\n\n  Dear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you understand\n  Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand\n  And my hand's on the 16-shot, semi-automatic\n  Crooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord\n  Can ya feel me? 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Hell motherfuckin' yeah\n  This one goes out to my nigga Mike Cooley, hell yeah\n  Mama raised a hellrazor\n\n  Born thuggin'\n  Heartless and mean, muggin' at 16\n  On the scene watchin' fiends buggin'\n  Kickin' up dust with the older G's\n  Soakin' up the game that was told to me\n  I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot\n  I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes\n  Taught lessons, a young nigga askin' questions\n  While other suckers was guessin', I was gangsta sexin'\n  Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it\n  I'm headed for the penitentiary and cuttin' classing\n  I'm buckin' blastin', straight mashin'\n  Mobbin' through the overpass laughin'\n\n  While these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt\n  They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord\n  Can ya feel me? I keep my finger on the trigger\n  'Cause some nigga tried to kill me\n  And mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid\n  Police on my pager, straight stressin'\n  A fugitive, my occupation is under question\n  Wanted for investigation, and even though\n  I'm marked for death, I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath\n  Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper\n  I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' richer\n  They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap\n  And they wonder why it's hard bein' black\n  Dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major, unhh\n\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor\n  Stress gettin' major, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n\n  Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign\n  Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, can't figure\n  Why you let the police beat down niggas\n  I'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe\n  While the po' babies rushin' into early graves\n  God come save the youth\n  Ain't nothin' else to do but have faith in you\n\n  Dear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you understand\n  Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand\n  And my hand's on the 16-shot, semi-automatic\n  Crooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord\n  Can ya feel me? 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I keep my finger on the trigger\n'Cause some nigga tried to kill me\nAnd mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid\nPolice on my pager, straight stressin'\nA fugitive, my occupation is under question\nWanted for investigation, and even though\nI'm marked for death, I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath\nMotherfuckers, every time I see the paper\nI see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' richer\nThey come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap\nAnd they wonder why it's hard bein' black\nDear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major, unhh\n\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor\nStress gettin' major, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n\nTell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign\nDamn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'\nMama raised a hellrazor, can't figure\nWhy you let the police beat down niggas\nI'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe\nWhile the po' babies rushin' into early graves\nGod come save the youth\nAin't nothin' else to do but have faith in you\n\nDear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you understand\nForgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand\nAnd my hand's on the 16-shot, semi-automatic\nCrooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord\nCan ya feel me? 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Hell motherfuckin' yeah\n[00:02.49] This one goes out to my nigga Mike Cooley, hell yeah\n[00:06.74] Mama raised a hellrazor\n[00:08.91] Born thuggin'\n[00:10.07] Heartless and mean, muggin' at 16\n[00:12.10] On the scene watchin' fiends buggin'\n[00:13.87] Kickin' up dust with the older G's\n[00:16.60] Soakin' up the game that was told to me\n[00:18.84] I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot\n[00:21.00] I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes\n[00:23.62] Taught lessons, a young nigga askin' questions\n[00:26.19] While other suckers was guessin', I was gangsta sexin'\n[00:28.62] Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it\n[00:31.73] I'm headed for the penitentiary and cuttin' classing\n[00:34.21] I'm buckin' blastin', straight mashin'\n[00:36.14] Mobbin' through the overpass laughin'\n[00:38.06] While these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt\n[00:41.40] They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord\n[00:43.73] Can ya feel me? I keep my finger on the trigger\n[00:46.22] 'Cause some nigga tried to kill me\n[00:47.95] And mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid\n[00:51.22] Police on my pager, straight stressin'\n[00:53.77] A fugitive, my occupation is under question\n[00:56.01] Wanted for investigation, and even though\n[00:58.90] I'm marked for death, I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath\n[01:01.45] Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper\n[01:04.38] I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' richer\n[01:06.60] They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap\n[01:09.15] And they wonder why it's hard bein' black\n[01:11.45] Dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major, unhh\n[01:15.24] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:17.94] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[01:20.05] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:22.89] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[01:24.94] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:27.61] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[01:29.58] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:32.53] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[01:34.62] Mama raised a hellrazor\n[01:36.25] Stress gettin' major, unnh\n[01:39.06] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:41.88] Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign\n[01:44.19] Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'\n[01:46.79] Mama raised a hellrazor, can't figure\n[01:49.22] Why you let the police beat down niggas\n[01:51.63] I'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe\n[01:54.29] While the po' babies rushin' into early graves\n[01:56.48] God come save the youth\n[01:58.30] Ain't nothin' else to do but have faith in you\n[02:00.81] Dear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you understand\n[02:03.76] Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand\n[02:06.23] And my hand's on the 16-shot, semi-automatic\n[02:09.77] Crooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord\n[02:12.02] Can ya feel me? Show a way\n[02:13.75] I'm prayin' but my enemies won't go away\n[02:16.05] And everywhere I turn I see niggas burn\n[02:18.59] Every nigga that I know's on death row\n[02:20.98] My younger homie's 17 and he paid a price\n[02:23.46] Little young motherfucker doin' triple life\n[02:25.97] Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin' better\n[02:28.47] If my nigga knew the truth, he'd hit the roof\n[02:30.73] Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama\n[02:34.21] Wanna break my Loc out, smokin' blunts\n[02:36.45] Gettin' drunk off that Tanqueray gin\n[02:38.34] 'Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin' pen'\n[02:40.39] Mama raised a hellrazor, uhh, yeah\n[02:44.25] C'mon, uhh, mama raised a hellrazor\n[02:47.69] Uhh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major\n[02:50.82] (Lord be my savior, unnh)\n[02:53.08] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[02:55.83] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[02:57.99] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[03:00.75] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[03:02.64] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[03:05.28] Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me\n[03:07.57] A young nigga tryin' to make it on these rough streets\n[03:09.96] I'm on my knees beggin' please come and save me\n[03:12.56] The whole world done made a nigga crazy!\n[03:14.87] I got my three-five-seven can't control it\n[03:17.56] Screamin' die motherfucker and he's loaded\n[03:19.76] Everybody run for cover, aww shit\n[03:22.22] Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick\n[03:24.59] Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me\n[03:27.04] 'Cause do or die gettin' high 'til they bury me\n[03:29.55] Dear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why\n[03:31.94] Little girl like LaTasha, had to die\n[03:34.39] She never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot\n[03:36.94] Her little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped\n[03:39.42] And when I saw it on the news how she bucked the girl, killed Latasha\n[03:42.85] Now I'm screamin' fuck the world, in the end\n[03:45.10] It's my friends, that flip-flop\n[03:46.89] Lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop\n[03:49.18] Thug Life motherfucker, I lick shots\n[03:51.63] Every nigga on my block dropped two cops\n[03:54.23] Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die\n[03:56.62] Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high\n[03:59.11] With my hands on the trigger, thug nigga\n[04:01.59] Stressin' like a motherfuckin' drug dealer\n[04:04.22] And even in the darkest nights, I'm a thug for Life\n[04:07.13] I got the heart to fight now\n[04:08.97] Mama raised a hellrazor, why cry?\n[04:11.36] That's just life in the ghetto, do or die\n[04:12.80] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hellrazor\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: R U Still Down? 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Hell motherfuckin' yeah\n  This one goes out to my nigga Mike Cooley, hell yeah\n  Mama raised a hellrazor\n\n  Born thuggin'\n  Heartless and mean, muggin' at 16\n  On the scene watchin' fiends buggin'\n  Kickin' up dust with the older G's\n  Soakin' up the game that was told to me\n  I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot\n  I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes\n  Taught lessons, a young nigga askin' questions\n  While other suckers was guessin', I was gangsta sexin'\n  Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it\n  I'm headed for the penitentiary and cuttin' classing\n  I'm buckin' blastin', straight mashin'\n  Mobbin' through the overpass laughin'\n\n  While these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt\n  They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord\n  Can ya feel me? I keep my finger on the trigger\n  'Cause some nigga tried to kill me\n  And mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid\n  Police on my pager, straight stressin'\n  A fugitive, my occupation is under question\n  Wanted for investigation, and even though\n  I'm marked for death, I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath\n  Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper\n  I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' richer\n  They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap\n  And they wonder why it's hard bein' black\n  Dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major, unhh\n\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor\n  Stress gettin' major, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n\n  Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign\n  Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, can't figure\n  Why you let the police beat down niggas\n  I'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe\n  While the po' babies rushin' into early graves\n  God come save the youth\n  Ain't nothin' else to do but have faith in you\n\n  Dear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you understand\n  Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand\n  And my hand's on the 16-shot, semi-automatic\n  Crooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord\n  Can ya feel me? 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I keep my finger on the trigger\n'Cause some nigga tried to kill me\nAnd mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid\nPolice on my pager, straight stressin'\nA fugitive, my occupation is under question\nWanted for investigation, and even though\nI'm marked for death, I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath\nMotherfuckers, every time I see the paper\nI see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' richer\nThey come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap\nAnd they wonder why it's hard bein' black\nDear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major, unhh\n\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor\nStress gettin' major, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n\nTell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign\nDamn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'\nMama raised a hellrazor, can't figure\nWhy you let the police beat down niggas\nI'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe\nWhile the po' babies rushin' into early graves\nGod come save the youth\nAin't nothin' else to do but have faith in you\n\nDear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you understand\nForgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand\nAnd my hand's on the 16-shot, semi-automatic\nCrooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord\nCan ya feel me? Show a way\nI'm prayin' but my enemies won't go away\nAnd everywhere I turn I see niggas burn\nEvery nigga that I know's on death row\n\nMy younger homie's 17 and he paid a price\nLittle young motherfucker doin' triple life\nThough I tell him in his letters, it's gettin' better\nIf my nigga knew the truth, he'd hit the roof\nJust heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama\nWanna break my Loc out, smokin' blunts\nGettin' drunk off that Tanqueray gin\n'Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin' pen'\nMama raised a hellrazor, uhh, yeah\nC'mon, uhh, mama raised a hellrazor\nUhh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major\n(Lord be my savior, unnh)\n\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n\nDear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me\nA young nigga tryin' to make it on these rough streets\nI'm on my knees beggin' please come and save me\nThe whole world done made a nigga crazy!\nI got my three-five-seven can't control it\nScreamin' die motherfucker and he's loaded\nEverybody run for cover, aww shit\nThug Life motherfucker, duck quick\nNow am I wrong if I am don't worry me\n'Cause do or die gettin' high 'til they bury me\n\nDear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why\nLittle girl like LaTasha, had to die\nShe never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot\nHer little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped\nAnd when I saw it on the news how she bucked the girl, killed Latasha\n\nNow I'm screamin' fuck the world, in the end\nIt's my friends, that flip-flop\nLip-locked on my dick when my shit drop\nThug Life motherfucker, I lick shots\nEvery nigga on my block dropped two cops\nDear Lord can ya hear me, when I die\nLet a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high\nWith my hands on the trigger, thug nigga\nStressin' like a motherfuckin' drug dealer\nAnd even in the darkest nights, I'm a thug for Life\nI got the heart to fight now\nMama raised a hellrazor, why cry?\nThat's just life in the ghetto, do or die","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.08] Major! Hell motherfuckin' yeah\n[00:02.44] This one goes out to my nigga Mike Cooley, hell yeah\n[00:06.72] Mama raised a hellrazor\n[00:08.98] Born thuggin'\n[00:10.03] Heartless and mean, muggin' at 16\n[00:12.03] On the scene watchin' fiends buggin'\n[00:13.84] Kickin' up dust with the older G's\n[00:16.57] Soakin' up the game that was told to me\n[00:18.87] I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot\n[00:21.09] I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes\n[00:23.69] Taught lessons, a young nigga askin' questions\n[00:26.12] While other suckers was guessin', I was gangsta sexin'\n[00:28.63] Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it\n[00:31.79] I'm headed for the penitentiary and cuttin' classing\n[00:34.29] I'm buckin' blastin', straight mashin'\n[00:36.11] Mobbin' through the overpass laughin'\n[00:38.01] While these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt\n[00:41.46] They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord\n[00:43.73] Can ya feel me? I keep my finger on the trigger\n[00:46.26] 'Cause some nigga tried to kill me\n[00:47.92] And mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid\n[00:51.25] Police on my pager, straight stressin'\n[00:53.76] A fugitive, my occupation is under question\n[00:56.09] Wanted for investigation, and even though\n[00:58.88] I'm marked for death, I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath\n[01:01.47] Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper\n[01:04.37] I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' richer\n[01:06.57] They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap\n[01:09.12] And they wonder why it's hard bein' black\n[01:11.42] Dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major, unhh\n[01:15.25] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:17.94] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[01:20.09] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:22.86] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[01:24.99] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:27.62] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[01:29.59] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:32.53] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[01:34.68] Mama raised a hellrazor\n[01:36.25] Stress gettin' major, unnh\n[01:39.03] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:41.88] Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign\n[01:44.17] Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'\n[01:46.76] Mama raised a hellrazor, can't figure\n[01:49.27] Why you let the police beat down niggas\n[01:51.67] I'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe\n[01:54.26] While the po' babies rushin' into early graves\n[01:56.47] God come save the youth\n[01:58.32] Ain't nothin' else to do but have faith in you\n[02:00.90] Dear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you understand\n[02:03.73] Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand\n[02:06.25] And my hand's on the 16-shot, semi-automatic\n[02:09.75] Crooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord\n[02:12.08] Can ya feel me? Show a way\n[02:13.73] I'm prayin' but my enemies won't go away\n[02:16.02] And everywhere I turn I see niggas burn\n[02:18.55] Every nigga that I know's on death row\n[02:20.91] My younger homie's 17 and he paid a price\n[02:23.48] Little young motherfucker doin' triple life\n[02:25.97] Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin' better\n[02:28.43] If my nigga knew the truth, he'd hit the roof\n[02:30.74] Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama\n[02:34.22] Wanna break my Loc out, smokin' blunts\n[02:36.41] Gettin' drunk off that Tanqueray gin\n[02:38.40] 'Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin' pen'\n[02:40.32] Mama raised a hellrazor, uhh, yeah\n[02:44.23] C'mon, uhh, mama raised a hellrazor\n[02:47.67] Uhh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major\n[02:50.85] (Lord be my savior, unnh)\n[02:53.02] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[02:55.82] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[02:57.99] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[03:00.79] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[03:02.61] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[03:05.24] Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me\n[03:07.56] A young nigga tryin' to make it on these rough streets\n[03:09.97] I'm on my knees beggin' please come and save me\n[03:12.59] The whole world done made a nigga crazy!\n[03:14.83] I got my three-five-seven can't control it\n[03:17.59] Screamin' die motherfucker and he's loaded\n[03:19.78] Everybody run for cover, aww shit\n[03:22.26] Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick\n[03:24.53] Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me\n[03:27.04] 'Cause do or die gettin' high 'til they bury me\n[03:29.54] Dear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why\n[03:31.97] Little girl like LaTasha, had to die\n[03:34.36] She never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot\n[03:36.99] Her little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped\n[03:39.48] And when I saw it on the news how she bucked the girl, killed Latasha\n[03:42.84] Now I'm screamin' fuck the world, in the end\n[03:45.16] It's my friends, that flip-flop\n[03:46.81] Lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop\n[03:49.18] Thug Life motherfucker, I lick shots\n[03:51.69] Every nigga on my block dropped two cops\n[03:54.21] Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die\n[03:56.67] Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high\n[03:59.10] With my hands on the trigger, thug nigga\n[04:01.55] Stressin' like a motherfuckin' drug dealer\n[04:04.25] And even in the darkest nights, I'm a thug for Life\n[04:07.15] I got the heart to fight now\n[04:08.97] Mama raised a hellrazor, why cry?\n[04:11.38] That's just life in the ghetto, do or die\n[04:12.82] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hellrazor\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: R U Still Down! 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Hell motherfuckin' yeah\n  This one goes out to my nigga Mike Cooley, hell yeah\n  Mama raised a hellrazor\n\n  Born thuggin'\n  Heartless and mean, muggin' at 16\n  On the scene watchin' fiends buggin'\n  Kickin' up dust with the older G's\n  Soakin' up the game that was told to me\n  I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot\n  I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes\n  Taught lessons, a young nigga askin' questions\n  While other suckers was guessin', I was gangsta sexin'\n  Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it\n  I'm headed for the penitentiary and cuttin' classing\n  I'm buckin' blastin', straight mashin'\n  Mobbin' through the overpass laughin'\n\n  While these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt\n  They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord\n  Can ya feel me? I keep my finger on the trigger\n  'Cause some nigga tried to kill me\n  And mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid\n  Police on my pager, straight stressin'\n  A fugitive, my occupation is under question\n  Wanted for investigation, and even though\n  I'm marked for death, I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath\n  Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper\n  I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' richer\n  They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap\n  And they wonder why it's hard bein' black\n  Dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major, unhh\n\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor\n  Stress gettin' major, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n\n  Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign\n  Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, can't figure\n  Why you let the police beat down niggas\n  I'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe\n  While the po' babies rushin' into early graves\n  God come save the youth\n  Ain't nothin' else to do but have faith in you\n\n  Dear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you understand\n  Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand\n  And my hand's on the 16-shot, semi-automatic\n  Crooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord\n  Can ya feel me? Show a way\n  I'm prayin' but my enemies won't go away\n  And everywhere I turn I see niggas burn\n  Every nigga that I know's on death row\n\n  My younger homie's 17 and he paid a price\n  Little young motherfucker doin' triple life\n  Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin' better\n  If my nigga knew the truth, he'd hit the roof\n  Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama\n  Wanna break my Loc out, smokin' blunts\n  Gettin' drunk off that Tanqueray gin\n  'Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin' pen'\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, uhh, yeah\n  C'mon, uhh, mama raised a hellrazor\n  Uhh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major\n  (Lord be my savior, unnh)\n\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n\n  Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me\n  A young nigga tryin' to make it on these rough streets\n  I'm on my knees beggin' please come and save me\n  The whole world done made a nigga crazy!\n  I got my three-five-seven can't control it\n  Screamin' die motherfucker and he's loaded\n  Everybody run for cover, aww shit\n  Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick\n  Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me\n  'Cause do or die gettin' high 'til they bury me\n\n  Dear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why\n  Little girl like LaTasha, had to die\n  She never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot\n  Her little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped\n  And when I saw it on the news how she bucked the girl, killed Latasha\n\n  Now I'm screamin' fuck the world, in the end\n  It's my friends, that flip-flop\n  Lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop\n  Thug Life motherfucker, I lick shots\n  Every nigga on my block dropped two cops\n  Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die\n  Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high\n  With my hands on the trigger, thug nigga\n  Stressin' like a motherfuckin' drug dealer\n  And even in the darkest nights, I'm a thug for Life\n  I got the heart to fight now\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, why cry?\n  That's just life in the ghetto, do or die\n"},{"id":18464113,"name":"Hellrazor","trackName":"Hellrazor","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Remember Me","duration":255.064917,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Major! Hell motherfuckin' yeah\nThis one goes out to my nigga Mike Cooley, hell yeah\nMama raised a hellrazor\n\nBorn thuggin'\nHeartless and mean, muggin' at 16\nOn the scene watchin' fiends buggin'\nKickin' up dust with the older G's\nSoakin' up the game that was told to me\nI ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot\nI learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes\nTaught lessons, a young nigga askin' questions\nWhile other suckers was guessin', I was gangsta sexin'\nElementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it\nI'm headed for the penitentiary and cuttin' classing\nI'm buckin' blastin', straight mashin'\nMobbin' through the overpass laughin'\n\nWhile these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt\nThey jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord\nCan ya feel me? I keep my finger on the trigger\n'Cause some nigga tried to kill me\nAnd mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid\nPolice on my pager, straight stressin'\nA fugitive, my occupation is under question\nWanted for investigation, and even though\nI'm marked for death, I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath\nMotherfuckers, every time I see the paper\nI see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' richer\nThey come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap\nAnd they wonder why it's hard bein' black\nDear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major, unhh\n\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor\nStress gettin' major, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n\nTell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign\nDamn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'\nMama raised a hellrazor, can't figure\nWhy you let the police beat down niggas\nI'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe\nWhile the po' babies rushin' into early graves\nGod come save the youth\nAin't nothin' else to do but have faith in you\n\nDear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you understand\nForgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand\nAnd my hand's on the 16-shot, semi-automatic\nCrooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord\nCan ya feel me? 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Hell motherfuckin' yeah\n  This one goes out to my nigga Mike Cooley, hell yeah\n  Mama raised a hellrazor\n\n  Born thuggin'\n  Heartless and mean, muggin' at 16\n  On the scene watchin' fiends buggin'\n  Kickin' up dust with the older G's\n  Soakin' up the game that was told to me\n  I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot\n  I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes\n  Taught lessons, a young nigga askin' questions\n  While other suckers was guessin', I was gangsta sexin'\n  Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it\n  I'm headed for the penitentiary and cuttin' classing\n  I'm buckin' blastin', straight mashin'\n  Mobbin' through the overpass laughin'\n\n  While these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt\n  They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord\n  Can ya feel me? I keep my finger on the trigger\n  'Cause some nigga tried to kill me\n  And mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid\n  Police on my pager, straight stressin'\n  A fugitive, my occupation is under question\n  Wanted for investigation, and even though\n  I'm marked for death, I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath\n  Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper\n  I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' richer\n  They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap\n  And they wonder why it's hard bein' black\n  Dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major, unhh\n\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor\n  Stress gettin' major, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n\n  Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign\n  Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, can't figure\n  Why you let the police beat down niggas\n  I'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe\n  While the po' babies rushin' into early graves\n  God come save the youth\n  Ain't nothin' else to do but have faith in you\n\n  Dear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you understand\n  Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand\n  And my hand's on the 16-shot, semi-automatic\n  Crooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord\n  Can ya feel me? Show a way\n  I'm prayin' but my enemies won't go away\n  And everywhere I turn I see niggas burn\n  Every nigga that I know's on death row\n\n  My younger homie's 17 and he paid a price\n  Little young motherfucker doin' triple life\n  Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin' better\n  If my nigga knew the truth, he'd hit the roof\n  Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama\n  Wanna break my Loc out, smokin' blunts\n  Gettin' drunk off that Tanqueray gin\n  'Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin' pen'\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, uhh, yeah\n  C'mon, uhh, mama raised a hellrazor\n  Uhh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major\n  (Lord be my savior, unnh)\n\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n\n  Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me\n  A young nigga tryin' to make it on these rough streets\n  I'm on my knees beggin' please come and save me\n  The whole world done made a nigga crazy!\n  I got my three-five-seven can't control it\n  Screamin' die motherfucker and he's loaded\n  Everybody run for cover, aww shit\n  Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick\n  Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me\n  'Cause do or die gettin' high 'til they bury me\n\n  Dear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why\n  Little girl like LaTasha, had to die\n  She never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot\n  Her little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped\n  And when I saw it on the news how she bucked the girl, killed Latasha\n\n  Now I'm screamin' fuck the world, in the end\n  It's my friends, that flip-flop\n  Lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop\n  Thug Life motherfucker, I lick shots\n  Every nigga on my block dropped two cops\n  Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die\n  Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high\n  With my hands on the trigger, thug nigga\n  Stressin' like a motherfuckin' drug dealer\n  And even in the darkest nights, I'm a thug for Life\n  I got the heart to fight now\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, why cry?\n  That's just life in the ghetto, do or die\n"},{"id":20819844,"name":"Hellrazor","trackName":"Hellrazor","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Chapter 167. 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I keep my finger on the trigger\n'Cause some nigga tried to kill me\nAnd mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid\nPolice on my pager, straight stressin'\nA fugitive, my occupation is under question\nWanted for investigation, and even though\nI'm marked for death, I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath\nMotherfuckers, every time I see the paper\nI see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' richer\nThey come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap\nAnd they wonder why it's hard bein' black\nDear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major, unhh\n\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor\nStress gettin' major, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n\nTell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign\nDamn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'\nMama raised a hellrazor, can't figure\nWhy you let the police beat down niggas\nI'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe\nWhile the po' babies rushin' into early graves\nGod come save the youth\nAin't nothin' else to do but have faith in you\n\nDear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you understand\nForgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand\nAnd my hand's on the 16-shot, semi-automatic\nCrooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord\nCan ya feel me? 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Hell motherfuckin' yeah\n[00:02.49] This one goes out to my nigga Mike Cooley, hell yeah\n[00:06.74] Mama raised a hellrazor\n[00:08.91] Born thuggin'\n[00:10.07] Heartless and mean, muggin' at 16\n[00:12.10] On the scene watchin' fiends buggin'\n[00:13.87] Kickin' up dust with the older G's\n[00:16.60] Soakin' up the game that was told to me\n[00:18.84] I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot\n[00:21.00] I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes\n[00:23.62] Taught lessons, a young nigga askin' questions\n[00:26.19] While other suckers was guessin', I was gangsta sexin'\n[00:28.62] Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it\n[00:31.73] I'm headed for the penitentiary and cuttin' classing\n[00:34.21] I'm buckin' blastin', straight mashin'\n[00:36.14] Mobbin' through the overpass laughin'\n[00:38.06] While these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt\n[00:41.40] They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord\n[00:43.73] Can ya feel me? I keep my finger on the trigger\n[00:46.22] 'Cause some nigga tried to kill me\n[00:47.95] And mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid\n[00:51.22] Police on my pager, straight stressin'\n[00:53.77] A fugitive, my occupation is under question\n[00:56.01] Wanted for investigation, and even though\n[00:58.90] I'm marked for death, I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath\n[01:01.45] Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper\n[01:04.38] I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' richer\n[01:06.60] They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap\n[01:09.15] And they wonder why it's hard bein' black\n[01:11.45] Dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major, unhh\n[01:15.24] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:17.94] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[01:20.05] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:22.89] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[01:24.94] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:27.61] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[01:29.58] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:32.53] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[01:34.62] Mama raised a hellrazor\n[01:36.25] Stress gettin' major, unnh\n[01:39.06] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:41.88] Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign\n[01:44.19] Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'\n[01:46.79] Mama raised a hellrazor, can't figure\n[01:49.22] Why you let the police beat down niggas\n[01:51.63] I'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe\n[01:54.29] While the po' babies rushin' into early graves\n[01:56.48] God come save the youth\n[01:58.30] Ain't nothin' else to do but have faith in you\n[02:00.81] Dear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you understand\n[02:03.76] Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand\n[02:06.23] And my hand's on the 16-shot, semi-automatic\n[02:09.77] Crooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord\n[02:12.02] Can ya feel me? Show a way\n[02:13.75] I'm prayin' but my enemies won't go away\n[02:16.05] And everywhere I turn I see niggas burn\n[02:18.59] Every nigga that I know's on death row\n[02:20.98] My younger homie's 17 and he paid a price\n[02:23.46] Little young motherfucker doin' triple life\n[02:25.97] Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin' better\n[02:28.47] If my nigga knew the truth, he'd hit the roof\n[02:30.73] Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama\n[02:34.21] Wanna break my Loc out, smokin' blunts\n[02:36.45] Gettin' drunk off that Tanqueray gin\n[02:38.34] 'Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin' pen'\n[02:40.39] Mama raised a hellrazor, uhh, yeah\n[02:44.25] C'mon, uhh, mama raised a hellrazor\n[02:47.69] Uhh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major\n[02:50.82] (Lord be my savior, unnh)\n[02:53.08] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[02:55.83] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[02:57.99] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[03:00.75] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[03:02.64] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[03:05.28] Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me\n[03:07.57] A young nigga tryin' to make it on these rough streets\n[03:09.96] I'm on my knees beggin' please come and save me\n[03:12.56] The whole world done made a nigga crazy!\n[03:14.87] I got my three-five-seven can't control it\n[03:17.56] Screamin' die motherfucker and he's loaded\n[03:19.76] Everybody run for cover, aww shit\n[03:22.22] Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick\n[03:24.59] Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me\n[03:27.04] 'Cause do or die gettin' high 'til they bury me\n[03:29.55] Dear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why\n[03:31.94] Little girl like LaTasha, had to die\n[03:34.39] She never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot\n[03:36.94] Her little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped\n[03:39.42] And when I saw it on the news how she bucked the girl, killed Latasha\n[03:42.85] Now I'm screamin' fuck the world, in the end\n[03:45.10] It's my friends, that flip-flop\n[03:46.89] Lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop\n[03:49.18] Thug Life motherfucker, I lick shots\n[03:51.63] Every nigga on my block dropped two cops\n[03:54.23] Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die\n[03:56.62] Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high\n[03:59.11] With my hands on the trigger, thug nigga\n[04:01.59] Stressin' like a motherfuckin' drug dealer\n[04:04.22] And even in the darkest nights, I'm a thug for Life\n[04:07.13] I got the heart to fight now\n[04:08.97] Mama raised a hellrazor, why cry?\n[04:11.36] That's just life in the ghetto, do or die\n[04:12.80] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hellrazor\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Chapter 167. 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Hell motherfuckin' yeah\n  This one goes out to my nigga Mike Cooley, hell yeah\n  Mama raised a hellrazor\n\n  Born thuggin'\n  Heartless and mean, muggin' at 16\n  On the scene watchin' fiends buggin'\n  Kickin' up dust with the older G's\n  Soakin' up the game that was told to me\n  I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot\n  I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes\n  Taught lessons, a young nigga askin' questions\n  While other suckers was guessin', I was gangsta sexin'\n  Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it\n  I'm headed for the penitentiary and cuttin' classing\n  I'm buckin' blastin', straight mashin'\n  Mobbin' through the overpass laughin'\n\n  While these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt\n  They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord\n  Can ya feel me? I keep my finger on the trigger\n  'Cause some nigga tried to kill me\n  And mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid\n  Police on my pager, straight stressin'\n  A fugitive, my occupation is under question\n  Wanted for investigation, and even though\n  I'm marked for death, I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath\n  Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper\n  I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' richer\n  They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap\n  And they wonder why it's hard bein' black\n  Dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major, unhh\n\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor\n  Stress gettin' major, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n\n  Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign\n  Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, can't figure\n  Why you let the police beat down niggas\n  I'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe\n  While the po' babies rushin' into early graves\n  God come save the youth\n  Ain't nothin' else to do but have faith in you\n\n  Dear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you understand\n  Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand\n  And my hand's on the 16-shot, semi-automatic\n  Crooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord\n  Can ya feel me? 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Hell motherfuckin' yeah\nThis one goes out to my nigga Mike Cooley, hell yeah\nMama raised a hellrazor\n\nBorn thuggin'\nHeartless and mean, muggin' at 16\nOn the scene watchin' fiends buggin'\nKickin' up dust with the older G's\nSoakin' up the game that was told to me\nI ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot\nI learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes\nTaught lessons, a young nigga askin' questions\nWhile other suckers was guessin', I was gangsta sexin'\nElementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it\nI'm headed for the penitentiary and cuttin' classing\nI'm buckin' blastin', straight mashin'\nMobbin' through the overpass laughin'\n\nWhile these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt\nThey jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord\nCan ya feel me? I keep my finger on the trigger\n'Cause some nigga tried to kill me\nAnd mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid\nPolice on my pager, straight stressin'\nA fugitive, my occupation is under question\nWanted for investigation, and even though\nI'm marked for death, I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath\nMotherfuckers, every time I see the paper\nI see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' richer\nThey come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap\nAnd they wonder why it's hard bein' black\nDear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major, unhh\n\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor\nStress gettin' major, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n\nTell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign\nDamn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'\nMama raised a hellrazor, can't figure\nWhy you let the police beat down niggas\nI'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe\nWhile the po' babies rushin' into early graves\nGod come save the youth\nAin't nothin' else to do but have faith in you\n\nDear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you understand\nForgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand\nAnd my hand's on the 16-shot, semi-automatic\nCrooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord\nCan ya feel me? Show a way\nI'm prayin' but my enemies won't go away\nAnd everywhere I turn I see niggas burn\nEvery nigga that I know's on death row\n\nMy younger homie's 17 and he paid a price\nLittle young motherfucker doin' triple life\nThough I tell him in his letters, it's gettin' better\nIf my nigga knew the truth, he'd hit the roof\nJust heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama\nWanna break my Loc out, smokin' blunts\nGettin' drunk off that Tanqueray gin\n'Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin' pen'\nMama raised a hellrazor, uhh, yeah\nC'mon, uhh, mama raised a hellrazor\nUhh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major\n(Lord be my savior, unnh)\n\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n\nDear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me\nA young nigga tryin' to make it on these rough streets\nI'm on my knees beggin' please come and save me\nThe whole world done made a nigga crazy!\nI got my three-five-seven can't control it\nScreamin' die motherfucker and he's loaded\nEverybody run for cover, aww shit\nThug Life motherfucker, duck quick\nNow am I wrong if I am don't worry me\n'Cause do or die gettin' high 'til they bury me\n\nDear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why\nLittle girl like LaTasha, had to die\nShe never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot\nHer little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped\nAnd when I saw it on the news how she bucked the girl, killed Latasha\n\nNow I'm screamin' fuck the world, in the end\nIt's my friends, that flip-flop\nLip-locked on my dick when my shit drop\nThug Life motherfucker, I lick shots\nEvery nigga on my block dropped two cops\nDear Lord can ya hear me, when I die\nLet a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high\nWith my hands on the trigger, thug nigga\nStressin' like a motherfuckin' drug dealer\nAnd even in the darkest nights, I'm a thug for Life\nI got the heart to fight now\nMama raised a hellrazor, why cry?\nThat's just life in the ghetto, do or die","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.09] Major! Hell motherfuckin' yeah\n[00:02.49] This one goes out to my nigga Mike Cooley, hell yeah\n[00:06.74] Mama raised a hellrazor\n[00:08.91] Born thuggin'\n[00:10.07] Heartless and mean, muggin' at 16\n[00:12.10] On the scene watchin' fiends buggin'\n[00:13.87] Kickin' up dust with the older G's\n[00:16.60] Soakin' up the game that was told to me\n[00:18.84] I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot\n[00:21.00] I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes\n[00:23.62] Taught lessons, a young nigga askin' questions\n[00:26.19] While other suckers was guessin', I was gangsta sexin'\n[00:28.62] Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it\n[00:31.73] I'm headed for the penitentiary and cuttin' classing\n[00:34.21] I'm buckin' blastin', straight mashin'\n[00:36.14] Mobbin' through the overpass laughin'\n[00:38.06] While these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt\n[00:41.40] They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord\n[00:43.73] Can ya feel me? I keep my finger on the trigger\n[00:46.22] 'Cause some nigga tried to kill me\n[00:47.95] And mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid\n[00:51.22] Police on my pager, straight stressin'\n[00:53.77] A fugitive, my occupation is under question\n[00:56.01] Wanted for investigation, and even though\n[00:58.90] I'm marked for death, I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath\n[01:01.45] Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper\n[01:04.38] I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' richer\n[01:06.60] They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap\n[01:09.15] And they wonder why it's hard bein' black\n[01:11.45] Dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major, unhh\n[01:15.24] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:17.94] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[01:20.05] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:22.89] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[01:24.94] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:27.61] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[01:29.58] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:32.53] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[01:34.62] Mama raised a hellrazor\n[01:36.25] Stress gettin' major, unnh\n[01:39.06] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:41.88] Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign\n[01:44.19] Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'\n[01:46.79] Mama raised a hellrazor, can't figure\n[01:49.22] Why you let the police beat down niggas\n[01:51.63] I'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe\n[01:54.29] While the po' babies rushin' into early graves\n[01:56.48] God come save the youth\n[01:58.30] Ain't nothin' else to do but have faith in you\n[02:00.81] Dear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you understand\n[02:03.76] Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand\n[02:06.23] And my hand's on the 16-shot, semi-automatic\n[02:09.77] Crooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord\n[02:12.02] Can ya feel me? Show a way\n[02:13.75] I'm prayin' but my enemies won't go away\n[02:16.05] And everywhere I turn I see niggas burn\n[02:18.59] Every nigga that I know's on death row\n[02:20.98] My younger homie's 17 and he paid a price\n[02:23.46] Little young motherfucker doin' triple life\n[02:25.97] Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin' better\n[02:28.47] If my nigga knew the truth, he'd hit the roof\n[02:30.73] Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama\n[02:34.21] Wanna break my Loc out, smokin' blunts\n[02:36.45] Gettin' drunk off that Tanqueray gin\n[02:38.34] 'Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin' pen'\n[02:40.39] Mama raised a hellrazor, uhh, yeah\n[02:44.25] C'mon, uhh, mama raised a hellrazor\n[02:47.69] Uhh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major\n[02:50.82] (Lord be my savior, unnh)\n[02:53.08] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[02:55.83] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[02:57.99] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[03:00.75] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[03:02.64] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[03:05.28] Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me\n[03:07.57] A young nigga tryin' to make it on these rough streets\n[03:09.96] I'm on my knees beggin' please come and save me\n[03:12.56] The whole world done made a nigga crazy!\n[03:14.87] I got my three-five-seven can't control it\n[03:17.56] Screamin' die motherfucker and he's loaded\n[03:19.76] Everybody run for cover, aww shit\n[03:22.22] Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick\n[03:24.59] Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me\n[03:27.04] 'Cause do or die gettin' high 'til they bury me\n[03:29.55] Dear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why\n[03:31.94] Little girl like LaTasha, had to die\n[03:34.39] She never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot\n[03:36.94] Her little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped\n[03:39.42] And when I saw it on the news how she bucked the girl, killed Latasha\n[03:42.85] Now I'm screamin' fuck the world, in the end\n[03:45.10] It's my friends, that flip-flop\n[03:46.89] Lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop\n[03:49.18] Thug Life motherfucker, I lick shots\n[03:51.63] Every nigga on my block dropped two cops\n[03:54.23] Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die\n[03:56.62] Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high\n[03:59.11] With my hands on the trigger, thug nigga\n[04:01.59] Stressin' like a motherfuckin' drug dealer\n[04:04.22] And even in the darkest nights, I'm a thug for Life\n[04:07.13] I got the heart to fight now\n[04:08.97] Mama raised a hellrazor, why cry?\n[04:11.36] That's just life in the ghetto, do or die\n[04:12.80] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hellrazor\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: R U Still Down Disc 1\n  duration_ms: 255013\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Major! 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Hell motherfuckin' yeah\n  This one goes out to my nigga Mike Cooley, hell yeah\n  Mama raised a hellrazor\n\n  Born thuggin'\n  Heartless and mean, muggin' at 16\n  On the scene watchin' fiends buggin'\n  Kickin' up dust with the older G's\n  Soakin' up the game that was told to me\n  I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot\n  I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes\n  Taught lessons, a young nigga askin' questions\n  While other suckers was guessin', I was gangsta sexin'\n  Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it\n  I'm headed for the penitentiary and cuttin' classing\n  I'm buckin' blastin', straight mashin'\n  Mobbin' through the overpass laughin'\n\n  While these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt\n  They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord\n  Can ya feel me? I keep my finger on the trigger\n  'Cause some nigga tried to kill me\n  And mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid\n  Police on my pager, straight stressin'\n  A fugitive, my occupation is under question\n  Wanted for investigation, and even though\n  I'm marked for death, I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath\n  Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper\n  I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' richer\n  They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap\n  And they wonder why it's hard bein' black\n  Dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major, unhh\n\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor\n  Stress gettin' major, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n\n  Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign\n  Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, can't figure\n  Why you let the police beat down niggas\n  I'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe\n  While the po' babies rushin' into early graves\n  God come save the youth\n  Ain't nothin' else to do but have faith in you\n\n  Dear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you understand\n  Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand\n  And my hand's on the 16-shot, semi-automatic\n  Crooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord\n  Can ya feel me? Show a way\n  I'm prayin' but my enemies won't go away\n  And everywhere I turn I see niggas burn\n  Every nigga that I know's on death row\n\n  My younger homie's 17 and he paid a price\n  Little young motherfucker doin' triple life\n  Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin' better\n  If my nigga knew the truth, he'd hit the roof\n  Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama\n  Wanna break my Loc out, smokin' blunts\n  Gettin' drunk off that Tanqueray gin\n  'Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin' pen'\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, uhh, yeah\n  C'mon, uhh, mama raised a hellrazor\n  Uhh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major\n  (Lord be my savior, unnh)\n\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n\n  Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me\n  A young nigga tryin' to make it on these rough streets\n  I'm on my knees beggin' please come and save me\n  The whole world done made a nigga crazy!\n  I got my three-five-seven can't control it\n  Screamin' die motherfucker and he's loaded\n  Everybody run for cover, aww shit\n  Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick\n  Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me\n  'Cause do or die gettin' high 'til they bury me\n\n  Dear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why\n  Little girl like LaTasha, had to die\n  She never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot\n  Her little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped\n  And when I saw it on the news how she bucked the girl, killed Latasha\n\n  Now I'm screamin' fuck the world, in the end\n  It's my friends, that flip-flop\n  Lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop\n  Thug Life motherfucker, I lick shots\n  Every nigga on my block dropped two cops\n  Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die\n  Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high\n  With my hands on the trigger, thug nigga\n  Stressin' like a motherfuckin' drug dealer\n  And even in the darkest nights, I'm a thug for Life\n  I got the heart to fight now\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, why cry?\n  That's just life in the ghetto, do or die\n"},{"id":16783680,"name":"Hellrazor","trackName":"Hellrazor","artistName":"2pac","albumName":"R U Still Down Cd 1","duration":255.044312,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Major! Hell motherfuckin' yeah\nThis one goes out to my nigga Mike Cooley, hell yeah\nMama raised a hellrazor\n\nBorn thuggin'\nHeartless and mean, muggin' at 16\nOn the scene watchin' fiends buggin'\nKickin' up dust with the older G's\nSoakin' up the game that was told to me\nI ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot\nI learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes\nTaught lessons, a young nigga askin' questions\nWhile other suckers was guessin', I was gangsta sexin'\nElementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it\nI'm headed for the penitentiary and cuttin' classing\nI'm buckin' blastin', straight mashin'\nMobbin' through the overpass laughin'\n\nWhile these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt\nThey jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord\nCan ya feel me? I keep my finger on the trigger\n'Cause some nigga tried to kill me\nAnd mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid\nPolice on my pager, straight stressin'\nA fugitive, my occupation is under question\nWanted for investigation, and even though\nI'm marked for death, I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath\nMotherfuckers, every time I see the paper\nI see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' richer\nThey come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap\nAnd they wonder why it's hard bein' black\nDear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major, unhh\n\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor\nStress gettin' major, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n\nTell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign\nDamn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'\nMama raised a hellrazor, can't figure\nWhy you let the police beat down niggas\nI'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe\nWhile the po' babies rushin' into early graves\nGod come save the youth\nAin't nothin' else to do but have faith in you\n\nDear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you understand\nForgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand\nAnd my hand's on the 16-shot, semi-automatic\nCrooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord\nCan ya feel me? Show a way\nI'm prayin' but my enemies won't go away\nAnd everywhere I turn I see niggas burn\nEvery nigga that I know's on death row\n\nMy younger homie's 17 and he paid a price\nLittle young motherfucker doin' triple life\nThough I tell him in his letters, it's gettin' better\nIf my nigga knew the truth, he'd hit the roof\nJust heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama\nWanna break my Loc out, smokin' blunts\nGettin' drunk off that Tanqueray gin\n'Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin' pen'\nMama raised a hellrazor, uhh, yeah\nC'mon, uhh, mama raised a hellrazor\nUhh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major\n(Lord be my savior, unnh)\n\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n\nDear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me\nA young nigga tryin' to make it on these rough streets\nI'm on my knees beggin' please come and save me\nThe whole world done made a nigga crazy!\nI got my three-five-seven can't control it\nScreamin' die motherfucker and he's loaded\nEverybody run for cover, aww shit\nThug Life motherfucker, duck quick\nNow am I wrong if I am don't worry me\n'Cause do or die gettin' high 'til they bury me\n\nDear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why\nLittle girl like LaTasha, had to die\nShe never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot\nHer little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped\nAnd when I saw it on the news how she bucked the girl, killed Latasha\n\nNow I'm screamin' fuck the world, in the end\nIt's my friends, that flip-flop\nLip-locked on my dick when my shit drop\nThug Life motherfucker, I lick shots\nEvery nigga on my block dropped two cops\nDear Lord can ya hear me, when I die\nLet a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high\nWith my hands on the trigger, thug nigga\nStressin' like a motherfuckin' drug dealer\nAnd even in the darkest nights, I'm a thug for Life\nI got the heart to fight now\nMama raised a hellrazor, why cry?\nThat's just life in the ghetto, do or die","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.08] Major! 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Hell motherfuckin' yeah\n  This one goes out to my nigga Mike Cooley, hell yeah\n  Mama raised a hellrazor\n\n  Born thuggin'\n  Heartless and mean, muggin' at 16\n  On the scene watchin' fiends buggin'\n  Kickin' up dust with the older G's\n  Soakin' up the game that was told to me\n  I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot\n  I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes\n  Taught lessons, a young nigga askin' questions\n  While other suckers was guessin', I was gangsta sexin'\n  Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it\n  I'm headed for the penitentiary and cuttin' classing\n  I'm buckin' blastin', straight mashin'\n  Mobbin' through the overpass laughin'\n\n  While these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt\n  They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord\n  Can ya feel me? I keep my finger on the trigger\n  'Cause some nigga tried to kill me\n  And mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid\n  Police on my pager, straight stressin'\n  A fugitive, my occupation is under question\n  Wanted for investigation, and even though\n  I'm marked for death, I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath\n  Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper\n  I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' richer\n  They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap\n  And they wonder why it's hard bein' black\n  Dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major, unhh\n\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor\n  Stress gettin' major, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n\n  Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign\n  Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, can't figure\n  Why you let the police beat down niggas\n  I'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe\n  While the po' babies rushin' into early graves\n  God come save the youth\n  Ain't nothin' else to do but have faith in you\n\n  Dear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you understand\n  Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand\n  And my hand's on the 16-shot, semi-automatic\n  Crooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord\n  Can ya feel me? 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I keep my finger on the trigger\n'Cause some nigga tried to kill me\nAnd mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid\nPolice on my pager, straight stressin'\nA fugitive, my occupation is under question\nWanted for investigation, and even though\nI'm marked for death, I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath\nMotherfuckers, every time I see the paper\nI see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' richer\nThey come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap\nAnd they wonder why it's hard bein' black\nDear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major, unhh\n\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor\nStress gettin' major, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n\nTell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign\nDamn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'\nMama raised a hellrazor, can't figure\nWhy you let the police beat down niggas\nI'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe\nWhile the po' babies rushin' into early graves\nGod come save the youth\nAin't nothin' else to do but have faith in you\n\nDear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you understand\nForgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand\nAnd my hand's on the 16-shot, semi-automatic\nCrooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord\nCan ya feel me? 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Hell motherfuckin' yeah\n[00:02.44] This one goes out to my nigga Mike Cooley, hell yeah\n[00:06.72] Mama raised a hellrazor\n[00:08.98] Born thuggin'\n[00:10.03] Heartless and mean, muggin' at 16\n[00:12.03] On the scene watchin' fiends buggin'\n[00:13.84] Kickin' up dust with the older G's\n[00:16.57] Soakin' up the game that was told to me\n[00:18.87] I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot\n[00:21.09] I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes\n[00:23.69] Taught lessons, a young nigga askin' questions\n[00:26.12] While other suckers was guessin', I was gangsta sexin'\n[00:28.63] Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it\n[00:31.79] I'm headed for the penitentiary and cuttin' classing\n[00:34.29] I'm buckin' blastin', straight mashin'\n[00:36.11] Mobbin' through the overpass laughin'\n[00:38.01] While these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt\n[00:41.46] They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord\n[00:43.73] Can ya feel me? I keep my finger on the trigger\n[00:46.26] 'Cause some nigga tried to kill me\n[00:47.92] And mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid\n[00:51.25] Police on my pager, straight stressin'\n[00:53.76] A fugitive, my occupation is under question\n[00:56.09] Wanted for investigation, and even though\n[00:58.88] I'm marked for death, I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath\n[01:01.47] Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper\n[01:04.37] I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' richer\n[01:06.57] They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap\n[01:09.12] And they wonder why it's hard bein' black\n[01:11.42] Dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major, unhh\n[01:15.25] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:17.94] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[01:20.09] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:22.86] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[01:24.99] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:27.62] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[01:29.59] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:32.53] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[01:34.68] Mama raised a hellrazor\n[01:36.25] Stress gettin' major, unnh\n[01:39.03] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:41.88] Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign\n[01:44.17] Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'\n[01:46.76] Mama raised a hellrazor, can't figure\n[01:49.27] Why you let the police beat down niggas\n[01:51.67] I'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe\n[01:54.26] While the po' babies rushin' into early graves\n[01:56.47] God come save the youth\n[01:58.32] Ain't nothin' else to do but have faith in you\n[02:00.90] Dear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you understand\n[02:03.73] Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand\n[02:06.25] And my hand's on the 16-shot, semi-automatic\n[02:09.75] Crooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord\n[02:12.08] Can ya feel me? Show a way\n[02:13.73] I'm prayin' but my enemies won't go away\n[02:16.02] And everywhere I turn I see niggas burn\n[02:18.55] Every nigga that I know's on death row\n[02:20.91] My younger homie's 17 and he paid a price\n[02:23.48] Little young motherfucker doin' triple life\n[02:25.97] Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin' better\n[02:28.43] If my nigga knew the truth, he'd hit the roof\n[02:30.74] Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama\n[02:34.22] Wanna break my Loc out, smokin' blunts\n[02:36.41] Gettin' drunk off that Tanqueray gin\n[02:38.40] 'Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin' pen'\n[02:40.32] Mama raised a hellrazor, uhh, yeah\n[02:44.23] C'mon, uhh, mama raised a hellrazor\n[02:47.67] Uhh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major\n[02:50.85] (Lord be my savior, unnh)\n[02:53.02] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[02:55.82] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[02:57.99] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[03:00.79] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[03:02.61] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[03:05.24] Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me\n[03:07.56] A young nigga tryin' to make it on these rough streets\n[03:09.97] I'm on my knees beggin' please come and save me\n[03:12.59] The whole world done made a nigga crazy!\n[03:14.83] I got my three-five-seven can't control it\n[03:17.59] Screamin' die motherfucker and he's loaded\n[03:19.78] Everybody run for cover, aww shit\n[03:22.26] Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick\n[03:24.53] Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me\n[03:27.04] 'Cause do or die gettin' high 'til they bury me\n[03:29.54] Dear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why\n[03:31.97] Little girl like LaTasha, had to die\n[03:34.36] She never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot\n[03:36.99] Her little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped\n[03:39.48] And when I saw it on the news how she bucked the girl, killed Latasha\n[03:42.84] Now I'm screamin' fuck the world, in the end\n[03:45.16] It's my friends, that flip-flop\n[03:46.81] Lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop\n[03:49.18] Thug Life motherfucker, I lick shots\n[03:51.69] Every nigga on my block dropped two cops\n[03:54.21] Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die\n[03:56.67] Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high\n[03:59.10] With my hands on the trigger, thug nigga\n[04:01.55] Stressin' like a motherfuckin' drug dealer\n[04:04.25] And even in the darkest nights, I'm a thug for Life\n[04:07.15] I got the heart to fight now\n[04:08.97] Mama raised a hellrazor, why cry?\n[04:11.38] That's just life in the ghetto, do or die\n[04:12.82] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hellrazor\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: R U Still Down? 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Hell motherfuckin' yeah\n  This one goes out to my nigga Mike Cooley, hell yeah\n  Mama raised a hellrazor\n\n  Born thuggin'\n  Heartless and mean, muggin' at 16\n  On the scene watchin' fiends buggin'\n  Kickin' up dust with the older G's\n  Soakin' up the game that was told to me\n  I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot\n  I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes\n  Taught lessons, a young nigga askin' questions\n  While other suckers was guessin', I was gangsta sexin'\n  Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it\n  I'm headed for the penitentiary and cuttin' classing\n  I'm buckin' blastin', straight mashin'\n  Mobbin' through the overpass laughin'\n\n  While these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt\n  They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord\n  Can ya feel me? I keep my finger on the trigger\n  'Cause some nigga tried to kill me\n  And mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid\n  Police on my pager, straight stressin'\n  A fugitive, my occupation is under question\n  Wanted for investigation, and even though\n  I'm marked for death, I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath\n  Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper\n  I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' richer\n  They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap\n  And they wonder why it's hard bein' black\n  Dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major, unhh\n\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor\n  Stress gettin' major, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n\n  Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign\n  Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, can't figure\n  Why you let the police beat down niggas\n  I'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe\n  While the po' babies rushin' into early graves\n  God come save the youth\n  Ain't nothin' else to do but have faith in you\n\n  Dear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you understand\n  Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand\n  And my hand's on the 16-shot, semi-automatic\n  Crooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord\n  Can ya feel me? 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I keep my finger on the trigger\n'Cause some nigga tried to kill me\nAnd mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid\nPolice on my pager, straight stressin'\nA fugitive, my occupation is under question\nWanted for investigation, and even though\nI'm marked for death, I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath\nMotherfuckers, every time I see the paper\nI see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' richer\nThey come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap\nAnd they wonder why it's hard bein' black\nDear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major, unhh\n\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor\nStress gettin' major, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n\nTell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign\nDamn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'\nMama raised a hellrazor, can't figure\nWhy you let the police beat down niggas\nI'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe\nWhile the po' babies rushin' into early graves\nGod come save the youth\nAin't nothin' else to do but have faith in you\n\nDear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you understand\nForgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand\nAnd my hand's on the 16-shot, semi-automatic\nCrooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord\nCan ya feel me? Show a way\nI'm prayin' but my enemies won't go away\nAnd everywhere I turn I see niggas burn\nEvery nigga that I know's on death row\n\nMy younger homie's 17 and he paid a price\nLittle young motherfucker doin' triple life\nThough I tell him in his letters, it's gettin' better\nIf my nigga knew the truth, he'd hit the roof\nJust heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama\nWanna break my Loc out, smokin' blunts\nGettin' drunk off that Tanqueray gin\n'Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin' pen'\nMama raised a hellrazor, uhh, yeah\nC'mon, uhh, mama raised a hellrazor\nUhh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major\n(Lord be my savior, unnh)\n\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n\nDear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me\nA young nigga tryin' to make it on these rough streets\nI'm on my knees beggin' please come and save me\nThe whole world done made a nigga crazy!\nI got my three-five-seven can't control it\nScreamin' die motherfucker and he's loaded\nEverybody run for cover, aww shit\nThug Life motherfucker, duck quick\nNow am I wrong if I am don't worry me\n'Cause do or die gettin' high 'til they bury me\n\nDear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why\nLittle girl like LaTasha, had to die\nShe never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot\nHer little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped\nAnd when I saw it on the news how she bucked the girl, killed Latasha\n\nNow I'm screamin' fuck the world, in the end\nIt's my friends, that flip-flop\nLip-locked on my dick when my shit drop\nThug Life motherfucker, I lick shots\nEvery nigga on my block dropped two cops\nDear Lord can ya hear me, when I die\nLet a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high\nWith my hands on the trigger, thug nigga\nStressin' like a motherfuckin' drug dealer\nAnd even in the darkest nights, I'm a thug for Life\nI got the heart to fight now\nMama raised a hellrazor, why cry?\nThat's just life in the ghetto, do or die","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.08] Major! Hell motherfuckin' yeah\n[00:10.35] This one goes out to my nigga Mike Cooley, hell yeah\n[00:14.59] Mama raised a hellrazor\n[00:15.74] Born thuggin'\n[00:16.79] Heartless and mean, muggin' at 16\n[00:18.77] On the scene watchin' fiends buggin'\n[00:20.58] Kickin' up dust with the older G's\n[00:22.78] Soakin' up the game that was told to me\n[00:25.00] I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot\n[00:27.33] I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes\n[00:29.87] Taught lessons, a young nigga askin' questions\n[00:32.67] While other suckers was guessin', I was gangsta sexin'\n[00:35.36] Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it\n[00:38.11] I'm headed for the penitentiary and cuttin' classing\n[00:40.64] I'm buckin' blastin', straight mashin'\n[00:42.62] Mobbin' through the overpass laughin'\n[00:44.77] While these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt\n[00:47.21] They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord\n[00:49.35] Can ya feel me? I keep my finger on the trigger\n[00:51.78] 'Cause some nigga tried to kill me\n[00:54.13] And mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid\n[00:56.69] Police on my pager, straight stressin'\n[00:59.15] A fugitive, my occupation is under question\n[01:01.86] Wanted for investigation, and even though\n[01:04.41] I'm marked for death, I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath\n[01:07.08] Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper\n[01:09.67] I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' richer\n[01:12.30] They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap\n[01:14.81] And they wonder why it's hard bein' black\n[01:17.01] Dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major, unhh\n[01:20.32] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:23.29] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[01:25.36] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:27.62] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[01:30.43] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:33.55] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[01:35.20] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:38.11] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[01:40.14] Mama raised a hellrazor\n[01:42.90] Stress gettin' major, unnh\n[01:45.04] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[01:47.72] Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign\n[01:49.87] Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'\n[01:52.21] Mama raised a hellrazor, can't figure\n[01:54.53] Why you let the police beat down niggas\n[01:57.22] I'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe\n[01:59.53] While the po' babies rushin' into early graves\n[02:02.31] God come save the youth\n[02:04.14] Ain't nothin' else to do but have faith in you\n[02:06.58] Dear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you understand\n[02:09.20] Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand\n[02:11.98] And my hand's on the 16-shot, semi-automatic\n[02:15.28] Crooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord\n[02:18.05] Can ya feel me? Show a way\n[02:19.54] I'm prayin' but my enemies won't go away\n[02:21.99] And everywhere I turn I see niggas burn\n[02:24.34] Every nigga that I know's on death row\n[02:26.61] My younger homie's 17 and he paid a price\n[02:29.09] Little young motherfucker doin' triple life\n[02:31.46] Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin' better\n[02:33.82] If my nigga knew the truth, he'd hit the roof\n[02:36.42] Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama\n[02:39.45] Wanna break my Loc out, smokin' blunts\n[02:41.98] Gettin' drunk off that Tanqueray gin\n[02:43.94] 'Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin' pen'\n[02:46.38] Mama raised a hellrazor, uhh, yeah\n[02:49.74] C'mon, uhh, mama raised a hellrazor\n[02:53.84] Uhh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major\n[02:56.39] (Lord be my savior, unnh)\n[02:58.59] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[03:01.35] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[03:03.64] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[03:06.61] Lord be my savior, unnh\n[03:08.43] Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n[03:11.26] Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me\n[03:13.05] A young nigga tryin' to make it on these rough streets\n[03:15.45] I'm on my knees beggin' please come and save me\n[03:17.50] The whole world done made a nigga crazy!\n[03:20.26] I got my three-five-seven can't control it\n[03:22.60] Screamin' die motherfucker and he's loaded\n[03:25.39] Everybody run for cover, aww shit\n[03:27.66] Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick\n[03:30.18] Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me\n[03:32.47] 'Cause do or die gettin' high 'til they bury me\n[03:34.82] Dear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why\n[03:37.42] Little girl like LaTasha, had to die\n[03:39.97] She never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot\n[03:42.36] Her little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped\n[03:44.84] And when I saw it on the news how she bucked the girl, killed Latasha\n[03:48.36] Now I'm screamin' fuck the world, in the end\n[03:50.71] It's my friends, that flip-flop\n[03:52.26] Lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop\n[03:54.58] Thug Life motherfucker, I lick shots\n[03:56.96] Every nigga on my block dropped two cops\n[03:59.45] Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die\n[04:01.83] Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high\n[04:04.44] With my hands on the trigger, thug nigga\n[04:06.80] Stressin' like a motherfuckin' drug dealer\n[04:09.58] And even in the darkest nights, I'm a thug for Life\n[04:12.34] I got the heart to fight now\n[04:14.49] Mama raised a hellrazor, why cry?\n[04:16.63] That's just life in the ghetto, do or die\n[04:20.39] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hellrazor\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: R U Still Down? 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Hell motherfuckin' yeah\n  This one goes out to my nigga Mike Cooley, hell yeah\n  Mama raised a hellrazor\n\n  Born thuggin'\n  Heartless and mean, muggin' at 16\n  On the scene watchin' fiends buggin'\n  Kickin' up dust with the older G's\n  Soakin' up the game that was told to me\n  I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot\n  I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes\n  Taught lessons, a young nigga askin' questions\n  While other suckers was guessin', I was gangsta sexin'\n  Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it\n  I'm headed for the penitentiary and cuttin' classing\n  I'm buckin' blastin', straight mashin'\n  Mobbin' through the overpass laughin'\n\n  While these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt\n  They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord\n  Can ya feel me? I keep my finger on the trigger\n  'Cause some nigga tried to kill me\n  And mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid\n  Police on my pager, straight stressin'\n  A fugitive, my occupation is under question\n  Wanted for investigation, and even though\n  I'm marked for death, I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath\n  Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper\n  I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' richer\n  They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap\n  And they wonder why it's hard bein' black\n  Dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major, unhh\n\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor\n  Stress gettin' major, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n\n  Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign\n  Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, can't figure\n  Why you let the police beat down niggas\n  I'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe\n  While the po' babies rushin' into early graves\n  God come save the youth\n  Ain't nothin' else to do but have faith in you\n\n  Dear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you understand\n  Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand\n  And my hand's on the 16-shot, semi-automatic\n  Crooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord\n  Can ya feel me? Show a way\n  I'm prayin' but my enemies won't go away\n  And everywhere I turn I see niggas burn\n  Every nigga that I know's on death row\n\n  My younger homie's 17 and he paid a price\n  Little young motherfucker doin' triple life\n  Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin' better\n  If my nigga knew the truth, he'd hit the roof\n  Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama\n  Wanna break my Loc out, smokin' blunts\n  Gettin' drunk off that Tanqueray gin\n  'Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin' pen'\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, uhh, yeah\n  C'mon, uhh, mama raised a hellrazor\n  Uhh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major\n  (Lord be my savior, unnh)\n\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n\n  Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me\n  A young nigga tryin' to make it on these rough streets\n  I'm on my knees beggin' please come and save me\n  The whole world done made a nigga crazy!\n  I got my three-five-seven can't control it\n  Screamin' die motherfucker and he's loaded\n  Everybody run for cover, aww shit\n  Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick\n  Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me\n  'Cause do or die gettin' high 'til they bury me\n\n  Dear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why\n  Little girl like LaTasha, had to die\n  She never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot\n  Her little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped\n  And when I saw it on the news how she bucked the girl, killed Latasha\n\n  Now I'm screamin' fuck the world, in the end\n  It's my friends, that flip-flop\n  Lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop\n  Thug Life motherfucker, I lick shots\n  Every nigga on my block dropped two cops\n  Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die\n  Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high\n  With my hands on the trigger, thug nigga\n  Stressin' like a motherfuckin' drug dealer\n  And even in the darkest nights, I'm a thug for Life\n  I got the heart to fight now\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, why cry?\n  That's just life in the ghetto, do or die\n"},{"id":15827744,"name":"Hellrazor","trackName":"Hellrazor","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"4:15","duration":255.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Major! Hell motherfuckin' yeah\nThis one goes out to my nigga Mike Cooley, hell yeah\nMama raised a hellrazor\n\nBorn thuggin'\nHeartless and mean, muggin' at 16\nOn the scene watchin' fiends buggin'\nKickin' up dust with the older G's\nSoakin' up the game that was told to me\nI ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot\nI learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes\nTaught lessons, a young nigga askin' questions\nWhile other suckers was guessin', I was gangsta sexin'\nElementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it\nI'm headed for the penitentiary and cuttin' classing\nI'm buckin' blastin', straight mashin'\nMobbin' through the overpass laughin'\n\nWhile these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt\nThey jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord\nCan ya feel me? I keep my finger on the trigger\n'Cause some nigga tried to kill me\nAnd mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid\nPolice on my pager, straight stressin'\nA fugitive, my occupation is under question\nWanted for investigation, and even though\nI'm marked for death, I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath\nMotherfuckers, every time I see the paper\nI see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' richer\nThey come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap\nAnd they wonder why it's hard bein' black\nDear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major, unhh\n\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\nLord be my savior, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor\nStress gettin' major, unnh\nMama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n\nTell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign\nDamn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'\nMama raised a hellrazor, can't figure\nWhy you let the police beat down niggas\nI'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe\nWhile the po' babies rushin' into early graves\nGod come save the youth\nAin't nothin' else to do but have faith in you\n\nDear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you understand\nForgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand\nAnd my hand's on the 16-shot, semi-automatic\nCrooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord\nCan ya feel me? 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Hell motherfuckin' yeah\n  start_ms: 80\n  end_ms: 2440\n- text: This one goes out to my nigga Mike Cooley, hell yeah\n  start_ms: 2440\n  end_ms: 6720\n- text: Mama raised a hellrazor\n  start_ms: 6720\n  end_ms: 8980\n- text: Born thuggin'\n  start_ms: 8980\n  end_ms: 10030\n- text: Heartless and mean, muggin' at 16\n  start_ms: 10030\n  end_ms: 12030\n- text: On the scene watchin' fiends buggin'\n  start_ms: 12030\n  end_ms: 13840\n- text: Kickin' up dust with the older G's\n  start_ms: 13840\n  end_ms: 16570\n- text: Soakin' up the game that was told to me\n  start_ms: 16570\n  end_ms: 18870\n- text: I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot\n  start_ms: 18870\n  end_ms: 21090\n- text: I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes\n  start_ms: 21090\n  end_ms: 23690\n- text: Taught lessons, a young nigga askin' questions\n  start_ms: 23690\n  end_ms: 26120\n- text: While other suckers was guessin', I was gangsta sexin'\n  start_ms: 26120\n  end_ms: 28630\n- text: Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it\n  start_ms: 28630\n  end_ms: 31790\n- text: I'm headed for the penitentiary and cuttin' classing\n  start_ms: 31790\n  end_ms: 34290\n- text: I'm buckin' blastin', straight mashin'\n  start_ms: 34290\n  end_ms: 36110\n- text: Mobbin' through the overpass laughin'\n  start_ms: 36110\n  end_ms: 38010\n- text: While these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt\n  start_ms: 38010\n  end_ms: 41460\n- text: They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord\n  start_ms: 41460\n  end_ms: 43730\n- text: Can ya feel me? I keep my finger on the trigger\n  start_ms: 43730\n  end_ms: 46260\n- text: '''Cause some nigga tried to kill me'\n  start_ms: 46260\n  end_ms: 47920\n- text: And mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid\n  start_ms: 47920\n  end_ms: 51250\n- text: Police on my pager, straight stressin'\n  start_ms: 51250\n  end_ms: 53760\n- text: A fugitive, my occupation is under question\n  start_ms: 53760\n  end_ms: 56090\n- text: Wanted for investigation, and even though\n  start_ms: 56090\n  end_ms: 58880\n- text: I'm marked for death, I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath\n  start_ms: 58880\n  end_ms: 61470\n- text: Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper\n  start_ms: 61470\n  end_ms: 64370\n- text: I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' richer\n  start_ms: 64370\n  end_ms: 66570\n- text: They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap\n  start_ms: 66570\n  end_ms: 69120\n- text: And they wonder why it's hard bein' black\n  start_ms: 69120\n  end_ms: 71420\n- text: Dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major, unhh\n  start_ms: 71420\n  end_ms: 75250\n- text: Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  start_ms: 75250\n  end_ms: 77940\n- text: Lord be my savior, unnh\n  start_ms: 77940\n  end_ms: 80090\n- text: Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  start_ms: 80090\n  end_ms: 82860\n- text: Lord be my savior, unnh\n  start_ms: 82860\n  end_ms: 84990\n- text: Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  start_ms: 84990\n  end_ms: 87620\n- text: Lord be my savior, unnh\n  start_ms: 87620\n  end_ms: 89590\n- text: Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  start_ms: 89590\n  end_ms: 92530\n- text: Lord be my savior, unnh\n  start_ms: 92530\n  end_ms: 94680\n- text: Mama raised a hellrazor\n  start_ms: 94680\n  end_ms: 96250\n- text: Stress gettin' major, unnh\n  start_ms: 96250\n  end_ms: 99030\n- text: Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  start_ms: 99030\n  end_ms: 101880\n- text: Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign\n  start_ms: 101880\n  end_ms: 104170\n- text: Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'\n  start_ms: 104170\n  end_ms: 106760\n- text: Mama raised a hellrazor, can't figure\n  start_ms: 106760\n  end_ms: 109270\n- text: Why you let the police beat down niggas\n  start_ms: 109270\n  end_ms: 111670\n- text: I'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe\n  start_ms: 111670\n  end_ms: 114260\n- text: While the po' babies rushin' into early graves\n  start_ms: 114260\n  end_ms: 116470\n- text: God come save the youth\n  start_ms: 116470\n  end_ms: 118320\n- text: Ain't nothin' else to do but have faith in you\n  start_ms: 118320\n  end_ms: 120900\n- text: Dear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you understand\n  start_ms: 120900\n  end_ms: 123730\n- text: Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand\n  start_ms: 123730\n  end_ms: 126250\n- text: And my hand's on the 16-shot, semi-automatic\n  start_ms: 126250\n  end_ms: 129750\n- text: Crooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord\n  start_ms: 129750\n  end_ms: 132080\n- text: Can ya feel me? Show a way\n  start_ms: 132080\n  end_ms: 133730\n- text: I'm prayin' but my enemies won't go away\n  start_ms: 133730\n  end_ms: 136020\n- text: And everywhere I turn I see niggas burn\n  start_ms: 136020\n  end_ms: 138550\n- text: Every nigga that I know's on death row\n  start_ms: 138550\n  end_ms: 140910\n- text: My younger homie's 17 and he paid a price\n  start_ms: 140910\n  end_ms: 143480\n- text: Little young motherfucker doin' triple life\n  start_ms: 143480\n  end_ms: 145970\n- text: Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin' better\n  start_ms: 145970\n  end_ms: 148430\n- text: If my nigga knew the truth, he'd hit the roof\n  start_ms: 148430\n  end_ms: 150740\n- text: Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama\n  start_ms: 150740\n  end_ms: 154220\n- text: Wanna break my Loc out, smokin' blunts\n  start_ms: 154220\n  end_ms: 156410\n- text: Gettin' drunk off that Tanqueray gin\n  start_ms: 156410\n  end_ms: 158400\n- text: '''Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin'' pen'''\n  start_ms: 158400\n  end_ms: 160320\n- text: Mama raised a hellrazor, uhh, yeah\n  start_ms: 160320\n  end_ms: 164230\n- text: C'mon, uhh, mama raised a hellrazor\n  start_ms: 164230\n  end_ms: 167670\n- text: Uhh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major\n  start_ms: 167670\n  end_ms: 170850\n- text: (Lord be my savior, unnh)\n  start_ms: 170850\n  end_ms: 173020\n- text: Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  start_ms: 173020\n  end_ms: 175820\n- text: Lord be my savior, unnh\n  start_ms: 175820\n  end_ms: 177990\n- text: Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  start_ms: 177990\n  end_ms: 180790\n- text: Lord be my savior, unnh\n  start_ms: 180790\n  end_ms: 182610\n- text: Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  start_ms: 182610\n  end_ms: 185240\n- text: Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me\n  start_ms: 185240\n  end_ms: 187560\n- text: A young nigga tryin' to make it on these rough streets\n  start_ms: 187560\n  end_ms: 189970\n- text: I'm on my knees beggin' please come and save me\n  start_ms: 189970\n  end_ms: 192590\n- text: The whole world done made a nigga crazy!\n  start_ms: 192590\n  end_ms: 194830\n- text: I got my three-five-seven can't control it\n  start_ms: 194830\n  end_ms: 197590\n- text: Screamin' die motherfucker and he's loaded\n  start_ms: 197590\n  end_ms: 199780\n- text: Everybody run for cover, aww shit\n  start_ms: 199780\n  end_ms: 202260\n- text: Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick\n  start_ms: 202260\n  end_ms: 204530\n- text: Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me\n  start_ms: 204530\n  end_ms: 207040\n- text: '''Cause do or die gettin'' high ''til they bury me'\n  start_ms: 207040\n  end_ms: 209540\n- text: Dear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why\n  start_ms: 209540\n  end_ms: 211970\n- text: Little girl like LaTasha, had to die\n  start_ms: 211970\n  end_ms: 214360\n- text: She never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot\n  start_ms: 214360\n  end_ms: 216990\n- text: Her little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped\n  start_ms: 216990\n  end_ms: 219480\n- text: And when I saw it on the news how she bucked the girl, killed Latasha\n  start_ms: 219480\n  end_ms: 222840\n- text: Now I'm screamin' fuck the world, in the end\n  start_ms: 222840\n  end_ms: 225160\n- text: It's my friends, that flip-flop\n  start_ms: 225160\n  end_ms: 226810\n- text: Lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop\n  start_ms: 226810\n  end_ms: 229180\n- text: Thug Life motherfucker, I lick shots\n  start_ms: 229180\n  end_ms: 231690\n- text: Every nigga on my block dropped two cops\n  start_ms: 231690\n  end_ms: 234210\n- text: Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die\n  start_ms: 234210\n  end_ms: 236670\n- text: Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high\n  start_ms: 236670\n  end_ms: 239100\n- text: With my hands on the trigger, thug nigga\n  start_ms: 239100\n  end_ms: 241550\n- text: Stressin' like a motherfuckin' drug dealer\n  start_ms: 241550\n  end_ms: 244250\n- text: And even in the darkest nights, I'm a thug for Life\n  start_ms: 244250\n  end_ms: 247150\n- text: I got the heart to fight now\n  start_ms: 247150\n  end_ms: 248970\n- text: Mama raised a hellrazor, why cry?\n  start_ms: 248970\n  end_ms: 251380\n- text: That's just life in the ghetto, do or die\n  start_ms: 251380\n  end_ms: 252820\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 252820\nplain: |-\n  Major! Hell motherfuckin' yeah\n  This one goes out to my nigga Mike Cooley, hell yeah\n  Mama raised a hellrazor\n\n  Born thuggin'\n  Heartless and mean, muggin' at 16\n  On the scene watchin' fiends buggin'\n  Kickin' up dust with the older G's\n  Soakin' up the game that was told to me\n  I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot\n  I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes\n  Taught lessons, a young nigga askin' questions\n  While other suckers was guessin', I was gangsta sexin'\n  Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it\n  I'm headed for the penitentiary and cuttin' classing\n  I'm buckin' blastin', straight mashin'\n  Mobbin' through the overpass laughin'\n\n  While these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt\n  They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord\n  Can ya feel me? I keep my finger on the trigger\n  'Cause some nigga tried to kill me\n  And mama raised a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid\n  Police on my pager, straight stressin'\n  A fugitive, my occupation is under question\n  Wanted for investigation, and even though\n  I'm marked for death, I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath\n  Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper\n  I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' richer\n  They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap\n  And they wonder why it's hard bein' black\n  Dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major, unhh\n\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor\n  Stress gettin' major, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n\n  Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign\n  Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, can't figure\n  Why you let the police beat down niggas\n  I'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe\n  While the po' babies rushin' into early graves\n  God come save the youth\n  Ain't nothin' else to do but have faith in you\n\n  Dear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you understand\n  Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand\n  And my hand's on the 16-shot, semi-automatic\n  Crooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord\n  Can ya feel me? Show a way\n  I'm prayin' but my enemies won't go away\n  And everywhere I turn I see niggas burn\n  Every nigga that I know's on death row\n\n  My younger homie's 17 and he paid a price\n  Little young motherfucker doin' triple life\n  Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin' better\n  If my nigga knew the truth, he'd hit the roof\n  Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama\n  Wanna break my Loc out, smokin' blunts\n  Gettin' drunk off that Tanqueray gin\n  'Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin' pen'\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, uhh, yeah\n  C'mon, uhh, mama raised a hellrazor\n  Uhh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major\n  (Lord be my savior, unnh)\n\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n  Lord be my savior, unnh\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major\n\n  Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me\n  A young nigga tryin' to make it on these rough streets\n  I'm on my knees beggin' please come and save me\n  The whole world done made a nigga crazy!\n  I got my three-five-seven can't control it\n  Screamin' die motherfucker and he's loaded\n  Everybody run for cover, aww shit\n  Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick\n  Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me\n  'Cause do or die gettin' high 'til they bury me\n\n  Dear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why\n  Little girl like LaTasha, had to die\n  She never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot\n  Her little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped\n  And when I saw it on the news how she bucked the girl, killed Latasha\n\n  Now I'm screamin' fuck the world, in the end\n  It's my friends, that flip-flop\n  Lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop\n  Thug Life motherfucker, I lick shots\n  Every nigga on my block dropped two cops\n  Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die\n  Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high\n  With my hands on the trigger, thug nigga\n  Stressin' like a motherfuckin' drug dealer\n  And even in the darkest nights, I'm a thug for Life\n  I got the heart to fight now\n  Mama raised a hellrazor, why cry?\n  That's just life in the ghetto, do or die\n"}]