Клип The Notorious B.I.G. - Hold Ya Head

Текст Песни The Notorious B.I.G. - Hold Ya Head

(feat. Bob Marley)
[Chorus: Bob Marley - sample from "Johnny Was"]
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

[Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.]
When I die, f*** it I wanna go to h***
Cause I'm a piece of s***t, it ain't hard to f***in' 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 s***t
No sleepin' all day, no gettin my d*** licked
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise
f*** that s***t, 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 f***in' 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 just want to slit my wrists 
and end this bullshit
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull s***t
And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless f***in' buddah head
The stress is buildin' up, I can't,
I can't believe suicide's on my f***in' mind
I want to leave, I swear to God I
feel like death is f***in' 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

[Chorus: Bob Marley]
Woman hold her head and cry
Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died

[Verse 3: Notorious B.I.G.]
I reach my peak, I can't speak,
call my n**** Chic, tell him that my will is weak
I'm sick of n****z lyin', I'm sick of b****es hawkin'
Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin' [echoes]