[Chrous: 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, [bad word] it I wanna go to  [bad word] 
Cause I'm a piece of [bad word]  it ain't hard to [bad word]  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 [bad word] No sleepin' all day, no gettin my [bad word] licked
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise [bad word] that [bad word]  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 [bad word] to extortion
I know my mother wished she got a [bad word]  abortion

[Chrous: 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 [bad word] Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull [bad word] And squeeze, until the [bad word] red
I'm glad I'm *dead*, a worthless [bad word]  buddah head
The stress is buildin' up, I can't,
I can't believe *suicide's* on my [bad word]  mind
I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is [bad word]  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 [bad word]  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 [bad word] to her eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
 [bad word]  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 [bad word] Chic, tell him that my will is weak
I'm sick of niggaz lyin', I'm sick of [bad word] hawkin'
Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin' (*echoes*)