Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hold Ya Head , by - The Notorious B.I.G.. Release date: 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' |