2Pac - Mask Off (Remix )

Real motherfucking year.
This one goes out to my nigga Mike Cooley.
Hell yeah.
Born thuggin', heartless and mean muggin' at sixteen on the scene watching fiends buggin'.
Kicking up dust with the older G's, soaking up the game that was told to me.
I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot.
I learned not to trust a bitch from the prostitutes.
Tough lessons, a young nigga asking questions while other siblings was guessing I was gangsta-sexing.
Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't be credit.
I'm headed for the penitentiary and cuttings class and now buck and blasting.
Straight magic, driving through the overpass laughing.
While these other motherfuckers try to think around, no doubt, they jealous of a nigga's clout.
Tell me, Lord, can you feel me?
I keep my finger on the trigger 'cause some nigga tried to kill me.
And mama raised a hellraiser, every day getting paid police on my pager.
Straight stressing, a fugitive my occupation is under question.
Wanted for investigation, and even though I'm marked for death, I'ma smoke till I lose my breath, motherfucker.
Every time I see the paper, I see my picture.
When a nigga's getting richer, they come to get ya.
It's like a motherfucking trap, and they wonder why it's hard being Black.
Dear Lord, can you feel me? Stress getting major, uh, mama raised a hellraiser.
Stress getting major, Lord be my savior, uh.
Mama raised a hellraiser, stress getting major, Lord be my savior, uh.
Mama raised a hellraiser, stress getting major, Lord be my savior, uh.
Mama
raised a hellraiser, stress getting major, Lord be my savior, uh.
Mama raised a hellraiser, dear Lord, can you feel me?
Stress getting major, uh, mama raised a hellraiser, stress getting major.
Tell me, Lord, can you feel me?
Show a sign, tell me running out of time, everybody's dying.
Mama raised a hellraiser, I can't figure why you let the police beat down niggas.
I'm starting to think all the rich in the world is Satan, while the poor babies rusting in the 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 sixteen shot semi-automatic, crooked cop killing Glock.
Tell me, Lord, can you feel me?
Show a way. I'm praying for my enemies, don't go away.
And everywhere I turn, I see niggas burn.
Every nigga that I know's on death row.
My younger homie seventeen and he paid the price.
Little young motherfucker doing triple life.
Though I tell him in his letters it's 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.
So smoking blunts, getting drunk off that Tiger Ray Gin, 'bout to break my nigga out the fucking pen.
Mama raised a hellraiser. Uh,
yeah, come on, uh, mama raised a hellraiser.
Dear Lord, can you feel me? Stress getting major, Lord be my savior, uh.
Mama raised a hellraiser, stress getting major, Lord be my savior, uh.
Mama raised a hellraiser, stress getting major, Lord be my savior, uh.
Mama raised a hellraiser, stress getting major.
Dear Lord, can you hear me? It's just me, a young nigga trying to make it on these rough streets.
I'm on my knees begging, please come and save me.
The whole world done made a nigga crazy.
I got my three five seven, can't control it.
Screaming, "Die, motherfucker!" and he's loaded.
Everybody run for cover, "Oh, shit!" Thug life, motherfucker, duck quick.
Now am I wrong? If I am, don't worry me. 'Cause do or die, getting high till they bury me.
Dear Lord, if you hear me, tell me why.
Little girl like Natasha had to die.
She never got to- Seen a bullet, just heard the shot.
Her little body couldn't take it, it sunk and dropped.
And when I saw it on the news, I said, "Fuck the girl." Killer toss her, now I'm screamin', "Fuck the world!" In
the end, it's my friends that flip-flopped.
Lip locked on my dick when my shit dropped.
Thug life, motherfucker, I lick shots.
Every nigga on his block dropped two cops.
Dear Lord, can you hear me? When I die, let a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high.
With my hands on the trigger, thug nigga.
Stressin' like a motherfuckin' drug dealer.
And even in the darkest nights, I'm a thug for life, I got the heart to fight.
Now, mama raised a hell-raiser, why cry?
That's just life in the ghetto, do or die