The Notorious B.I.G., Bob Marley - Hold Ya Head (feat. 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') [02:38.99]