The Notorious B.I.G., Bob Marley - Hold Ya Head lyrics

Woman hold her head and cry
Cause her son had been shot down
In the street and died
Woman hold her head and cry
Cause her son had been shot down
In the street and died

When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of shit
It ain't hard to fuckin' tell
It don't make sense
Goin' to heaven wit' the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white
I like black Tims and black hoodies
God will probably have me on
Some real strict shit
No sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick licked
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies
Loungin' in paradise fuck that shit
I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
All my life I been considered as the worst
Lyin' to my mother
Even stealin' out her purse
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wished she
Got a fuckin' abortion

Woman hold her head and cry
Cause her son had been shot down
In the street and died
Woman hold her head and cry
Cause her son had been shot down
In the street and died

I swear to God I just want to
Slit my wrists and end this bullshit
Throw the Magnum to my head
Threaten to pull shit
And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red
I'm glad I'm dead
A worthless fuckin' buddah head
The stress is buildin' up, I can't
I can't believe suicide's on my fuckin' mind
I want to leave, i swear to God I feel like
Death is fuckin' callin' me
Naw you wouldn't understand
You see it's kinda like the
Crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
Except when I cross over
There ain't no comin' back
Should I die on the train track
Like Remo in Beatstreet
People at the funeral frontin'
Like they miss me
My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone
She knew me and her sister
Had somethin' goin' on i wonder if I died
Would tears come to her eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect
Forgive me for my lies

Woman hold her head and cry
Cause her son had been shot down
In the street and died
Woman hold her head and cry
Cause her son had been shot down
In the street and died

I reach my peak, I can't speak
Call my nigga Chic
Tell him that my will is weak
I'm sick of niggas lyin'
I'm sick of bitches hawkin'
Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'