Notorious B.I.G
Hold Ya Head dainos žodžiai
[Chorus x2: Bob Marley]
Woman hold her head and cry
Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died [Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.]
When I die, f**k it, I wanna go to hell
Cuz I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to f**kin tell
It dont make sense, goin to heaven with the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black timbs and black hoodies.
God'll probably have me on some real strict shit
No sleepin all day, no gettin ma dick licked
Hangin wit the goodie-goodies, loungin in paradise
F**k that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
All my life I've 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 wish she got a f**kin abortion [Chorus: Bob Marley]
Woman hold her head and cry
Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
[Verse 2: Notorious B.I.G.]
I swear to God, I wanna just slit my wrist and end this bull shit
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 f**kin Buddha head
The stress is buildin up, I can't
I can't believe suicide's on my f**kin' mind
I wanna leave I swear to God it feels like death is f**kin callin me
But nah you wouldnt understand
You see, it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
Except when I crossover, there ain't no comin' back
Should I die on the train track, like Ramo in Beatstreet
People at the funeral frontin like they miss me
My baby mama kissed me, but she glad I'm gone
She know 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 [Chorus x2: Bob Marley]
Woman hold her head and cry
Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died I've reached my peak, I can't speak
Call my nigga Cheek, tell him that mah will is weak
I'm sick of niggas lyin, I'm sick of bitches hawkin
Matter fact, I'm sick of talkin [fades away]
Woman hold her head and cry
Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died [Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.]
When I die, f**k it, I wanna go to hell
Cuz I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to f**kin tell
It dont make sense, goin to heaven with the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black timbs and black hoodies.
God'll probably have me on some real strict shit
No sleepin all day, no gettin ma dick licked
Hangin wit the goodie-goodies, loungin in paradise
F**k that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
All my life I've 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 wish she got a f**kin abortion [Chorus: Bob Marley]
Woman hold her head and cry
Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
[Verse 2: Notorious B.I.G.]
I swear to God, I wanna just slit my wrist and end this bull shit
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 f**kin Buddha head
The stress is buildin up, I can't
I can't believe suicide's on my f**kin' mind
I wanna leave I swear to God it feels like death is f**kin callin me
But nah you wouldnt understand
You see, it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
Except when I crossover, there ain't no comin' back
Should I die on the train track, like Ramo in Beatstreet
People at the funeral frontin like they miss me
My baby mama kissed me, but she glad I'm gone
She know 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 [Chorus x2: Bob Marley]
Woman hold her head and cry
Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died I've reached my peak, I can't speak
Call my nigga Cheek, tell him that mah will is weak
I'm sick of niggas lyin, I'm sick of bitches hawkin
Matter fact, I'm sick of talkin [fades away]
