Notorious B.i.g. (biggie Smalls) - Hold Ya Head lyrics

[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 (hell) Cause I'm a piece of sh**, 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 sh** No sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick licked Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise f** that sh**, 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 d** 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 bullsh** Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull sh** 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 d**h 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***a Chic, tell him that my will is weak I'm sick of n***az lyin', I'm sick of b**hes hawkin' Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin' [echoes]