Hold Ya Head (feat. Bob Marley)

歌詞

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 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 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 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'