The Notorious B.I.G. ft. Bob Marley - Hold Ya Head
[00:00.14] Woman hold her head and cry
[00:05.45] Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
[00:11.83] Woman hold her head and cry
[00:17.67] Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
[00:23.52] When I die, fuck it I wanna go to *hell*
[00:26.17] Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell
[00:29.09] It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit' the goodie-goodies
[00:32.28] Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies
[00:35.21] God will probably have me on some real strict shit
[00:38.12] No sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick licked
[00:41.04] Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise
[00:43.96] Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
[00:47.15] All my life I been considered as the worst
[00:49.81] Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse
[00:52.73] Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
[00:55.92] I know my mother wished she got a fuckin' abortion
[00:59.93] Woman hold her head and cry
[01:05.50] Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
[01:11.87] I swear to God I just want to *slit* my wrists and end this bullshit
[01:14.79] Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
[01:17.72] And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red
[01:21.17] I'm glad I'm *dead*, a worthless fuckin' buddah head
[01:24.88] The stress is buildin' up, I can't,
[01:26.48] I can't believe *suicide's* on my fuckin' mind
[01:29.40] I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me
[01:33.12] Naw you wouldn't understand
[01:36.31] You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
[01:41.09] Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back
[01:42.94] Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet
[01:45.60] People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me
[01:48.53] My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone
[01:51.18] She knew me and her sister had somethin' goin' on
[01:54.63] I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
[01:57.29] Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
[02:00.48] Woman hold her head and cry
[02:05.53] Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
[02:12.17] I reach my peak, I can't speak,
[02:26.51] call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak
[02:29.70] I'm sick of niggaz lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin'
[02:33.68] Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin
