Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hellraizer, artist - NefariousDate of issue: 28.02.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hellraizer |
| Cash was on my mind at a early age growin up to fast |
| Lookin out for ways to stay paid |
| God bless the child that has his own I was told |
| So every single day the dope was sold |
| I never liked school cuz this shit was never real for me I rather hang out with niggas that was down to kill for me Never stood still long enough to have stability |
| Never to advantage of my athletic abilities |
| Only way up out the ghetto for a blacc man |
| Is to either play a sport know how to sing, rap, or dance |
| The only other option is to join a gang or slang yola |
| Hangin out with the other high rollas tryin to get your poccets swoll |
| Look at the competition, the mission is to get rich |
| As quicc as possible and turn your cash legit |
| But the you make could be your last |
| You’ll always have the jaccers and craccers out to bust your ass |
| So don’t be slippin |
| Livin the life styles of the rich and famous |
| I keep my hands clean stayin blameless it’s scandlous but I’m shameless |
| All I want to do is stacc the cream |
| Ever since I was a little nigga that was my dream |
| Pants been saggin ever since I was a seventh grader |
| Poccet full of roccs and a Sky pager |
| A nigga had dreams of comin up major |
| Nothin but a little ass hellraizer |
| Been saggin ever since I was a seventh grader |
| Poccet full of roccs and a Sky pager |
| A nigga had dreams of comin up major |
| Nothin but a little ass hellraizer |
| Fucced around and caught my homegirl ovulatin |
| Threw a cold twist on the whole situation |
| Now I got to figure out a way to break the Genius |
| World record for makin cash |
| Cuz now I got a baby in my business |
| Call up the essay |
| Go down to (S)Toccton say |
| Throw it on the scale |
| 1000 grams is what it weighs |
| Getting 10 g’s cuz he shows me love |
| Mucho gracias senior |
| Adios, and then I’m up out the door |
| It’s bacc to Sac, time to make the paper stacc |
| Standin in the kitchen, palms itchin cookin up the chiccen |
| 11−3-51 narcotic |
| 85% pure product, let it rocc up My stoccs up a grip |
| 600 buccs a zip |
| Fucced up and slipped and the taskforce dipped |
| Caught a young nigga with a quarter pound of D Got a deal for 3, entered a guilty plead |
| Now I’m in the Pen stressed out San Quinten |
| Lady bout to have a nigga baby any minute |
| 32 months I got to do Then I’ll be bacc on the streets with my crew, thought cha knew |
| Fresh out Pen once again on the loose |
| My lady had my baby and she’s already duce |
| Bacc in the hood and ain’t a damn thang change |
| All the same niggas stugglin tryin to survive in the game |
| I got to get mine but is landmines in the streets |
| Take the wrong move and get swept off your feet |
| My baby got to eat and I’ma provide |
| Even if I got to ride or die |
| I ain’t down with minimum wage so mutha fucc a 9 to 5 |
| I’m duccin the cops like Marco Polo |
| My tightest dog died when I was a mobile |
| So now I’m rollin solo |
| Loco in the membrane never been tamed and never will be And I’m hustlin to the day a nigga kills me |