Hold Your Head (Feat. Bob Marley) (исполнитель: The Notorious BIG)
[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*)