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Artist: 2Pac ft. Big Stretch, Val Young
Album: R U Still Down? [Remember Me] (1997)

[2Pac]
Born thuggin', heatless and mean mugging'
At 16 on the scene, watching' fiends bugging'.
Kickin' up dust with the older G's
Soaking up the game that was told to me.
I never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot
I learned "not to trust a bitch" from the prostitutes; was taught lessons
A young nigga asking' questions while other suckas was guessin'.
I was gangsta sexin', elementary wasn't meant for me; can't regret it
I'm headed for the penitentiary, and cutting class and I'm buckin' blastin',
straight mashin', mobbing' through the overpass laughin'
While these other muthafuckers try to figure out; no doubt
they jealous of a nigga's clout.
Tell me Lord, can ya feel me?
I keep my finger on the trigger cuz some nigga tryin' to kill me.
And mama raised a hell raiser,
everyday gettin' paid; police on my pager. Straight stressin'.
A fugitive; My occupation is under question, wanted for investigation.
And even though I'm marked for death,
I'ma smoke 'til I lose my breath. (Muthafuckas!)
Every time I see the paper, I see my picture
When a nigga's gettin' richer, they come to get 'cha.
Its like a muthafuckin' trap,
and they wonder why its hard being black.
Dear Lord, can ya feel me? (Stress gettin' major)

[Chorus - Big Syke, Val Young] 4x
Mama raised a hell raiser
Stress gettin' major
Lord be my savior.
2x
Mama raised a hell raiser
Stress gettin' major.

[2Pac]
Tell me Lord, can ya feel me? Show a sign.
Damn near runnin' out of time, everybody's dying.
Mama raised a hell raiser. I can't figure
why you let the police beat down niggas.
I'm startin' to think - all the rich in the world is safe
while the poor babies rushin' into early graves.
God come save the youth,
ain't nothing else to do but have faith in you.
Dear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you understand.
Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand;
and my hand's on the 16-shot
semi-automatic, crooked cop-killing Glock.
Tell me Lord, can ya feel me? Show a way.
I'm prayin' but my enemies won't go away.
And everywhere I turn, I see niggas burn.
Every nigga that I know is on Death Row; my younger homie, 17, and he paid the price
'Lil young muthafucker doin' triple-life.
Though I tell him in his letters, "Its getting better."
If my nigga knew the truth, he'd hit the roof;
just heard your baby's mama was smoked out.
Fuck the drama, wanna break my Loc out.
Smokin' blunts, gettin' drunk off the Tanqueray Gin
'bout to break my nigga out the fuckin' pen.
Mama raised a hell raiser.

[Chorus - Big Syke, Val Young] 4x
Mama raised a hell raiser
Stress gettin' major
Lord be my savior.
1x
Mama raised a hell raiser
Stress gettin' major.

[2Pac]
Dear Lord, can ya hear me? [Its] Just me.
A young nigga trying to make it on these rough streets.
I'm on my knees beggin', "please come and save me!"
The whole world 'done made a nigga crazy.
I got my .357, can't control it
screaming, "die muthafucker," and he's loaded.
Everybody run for cover. (Ah shit!)
Thug Life muthafucker, duck quick.
Now, am I wrong? If I am, don't worry me,
cuz do or die, gettin' high 'til they bury me.
Dear Lord, if ya hear me, tell me why
'lil girl like LaTasha had to die?
She never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot.
Her 'lil body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped.
And when I saw it on the news I see busta girl killin' Tasha
now I'm screaming, "Fuck the world!"
In the end, its my friends that flip-flop.
Lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop.
Thug Life muthafucker, I lick shots
Every nigga on [my] block dropped two cops.
Dear Lord, can ya hear me? When I die,
let a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high
with my hands on the trigger.
(Thug nigga)
Stressin' like a muthafuckin' drug dealer.
And even in the darkest nights,
I'm a thug for life, I got the heart to fight. (Now)
Mama raised a hell raiser. Why cry?
Thats just life in the ghetto, do or die.