Hold Ya Head Lyrics - Duet - Notorious B.i.g.

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 

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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 its 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 

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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 niggaz lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin' 

Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'