Lyrics Hold Ya Head.lrc The Notorious B.I.G.
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[ar: The Notorious B.I.G.]
[al: Spit Your Game]
[ti: Hold Ya Head]
[length: 02:46]
[00:00.77]Woman hold her head and cry
[00:05.73]Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
[00:11.90]Woman hold her head and cry
[00:17.87]Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
[00:23.45]When I die, fuck it I wanna go to (hell)
[00:26.42]Cause I’m a piece of shit, it ain’t hard to fuckin’ tell
[00:29.50]It don’t make sense, goin’ to heaven wit’ the goodie-goodies
[00:32.66]Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies
[00:35.71]God will probably have me on some real strict shit
[00:38.47]No sleepin’ all day, no gettin my dick licked
[00:41.31]Hangin’ with the goodie-goodies loungin’ in paradise
[00:44.56]Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
[00:47.38]All my life I been considered as the worst
[00:50.49]Lyin’ to my mother, even stealin’ out her purse
[00:53.17]Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
[00:56.60]I know my mother wished she got a fuckin’ abortion
[01:00.33]Woman hold her head and cry
[01:05.82]Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
[01:12.22]I swear to God I just want to (slit) my wrists and end this bullshit
[01:15.28]Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
[01:18.20]And squeeze, until the bed’s, completely red
[01:21.75]I’m glad I’m (dead), a worthless fuckin’ buddah head
[01:24.45]The stress is buildin’ up, I can’t,
[01:27.05]I can’t believe (suicide’s) on my fuckin’ mind
[01:29.55]I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin’ callin’ me
[01:33.28]Naw you wouldn’t understand
[01:36.32]You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
[01:39.12]Except when I cross over, there ain’t no comin’ back
[01:42.73]Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet
[01:45.98]People at the funeral frontin’ like they miss me
[01:49.03]My baby momma kissed me but she glad I’m gone
[01:51.70]She knew me and her sister had somethin’ goin’ on
[01:55.32]I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
[01:57.93]Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
[02:00.58]Woman hold her head and cry
[02:05.67]Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
[02:23.85]I reach my peak, I can’t speak,
[02:27.20]Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak
[02:30.03]I’m sick of niggaz lyin’, I’m sick of bitches hawkin’
[02:33.28]Matter of fact, I’m sick of talkin’
[02:47.66]Year of Release: 2005