Hold Ya Head (feat. Bob Marley) The Notorious B.I.G., Bob Marley

[00:00.13] Woman hold her head and cry
[00:05.29] 'Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
[00:11.86] Woman hold her head and cry
[00:17.27] 'Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
[00:23.42] When I die, fuck it I wanna go to Hell
[00:26.18] 'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell
[00:29.18] It don't make sense, goin' to Heaven with the goodie-goodies
[00:32.29] Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies
[00:35.32] God'll probably have me on some real strict shit
[00:38.10] No sleepin' all day, no getting my dick licked
[00:41.12] Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise
[00:44.29] Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
[00:47.27] All my life, I been considered as the worst
[00:50.22] Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out of her purse
[00:53.23] Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
[00:56.26] I know my mother wish she got a fuckin' abortion
[00:59.90] Woman hold her head and cry
[01:05.22] 'Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
[01:11.35] I swear to God I wanna just slit my wrists and end this bullshit
[01:15.01] Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
[01:17.95] And squeeze, until the bed's completely red
[01:21.62] I'm glad I'm dead
[01:22.87] A worthless fuckin' Buddha head
[01:24.62] The stress is buildin' up, I can't
[01:26.43] I can't believe suicide's on my fuckin' mind
[01:29.52] I wanna leave, I swear to God, I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me
[01:33.34] But nah, you wouldn't understand (understand)
[01:36.21] You see it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
[01:39.75] Except when I cross over
[01:41.19] There ain't no comin' back
[01:42.50] Should I die on the train track, like Ramo in Beat Street
[01:45.59] People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me
[01:48.58] My baby mama kiss me but she glad I'm gone
[01:51.26] She know me and her sister had somethin' goin' on
[01:54.74] I wonder if I died
[01:56.09] Would tears come to her eyes?
[01:57.55] Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
[02:00.02] Woman hold her head and cry
[02:05.30] 'Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
[02:11.75] Woman hold her head and cry
[02:17.22] 'Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
[02:23.72] I reach my peak, I can't speak
[02:26.85] Call my nigga Chic
[02:28.18] Tell him that my will is weak
[02:29.94] I'm sick of niggas lyin'
[02:31.38] I'm sick of bitches hawkin'
[02:32.84] Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'
[02:35.25] (Talkin', talkin', talkin')
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