Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hold Ya Head, artist - The Notorious B.I.G..
Date of issue: 12.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hold Ya Head |
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 |
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 niggas lyin', I’m sick of bitches hawkin' |
Matter of fact, I’m sick of talkin' |