[Hook: Bob Marley]
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, fuck it, I wanna go to hell
'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fucking tell
It don't make sense, going to heaven with the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies
God will probably have me on some real strict shit
No sleeping all day, no getting my dick licked
Hanging with the goodie-goodies lounging in paradise
Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
All my life I been considered as the worst
Lying to my mother, even stealing out her purse
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wished she got a fucking abortion
[Hook - 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 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 fucking Buddha head
The stress is building up, I can't
I can't believe suicide's on my fucking mind
I want to leave, I swear to God, I feel like death is fucking calling me
But nah, you wouldn't understand
You see, it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie in New Jack
Except when I cross over, there ain't no coming back
Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet?
People at the funeral fronting like they miss me
My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone
She knew me and her sister had something going on
I wonder, if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
[Hook - Bob Marley]
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 3: Notorious B.I.G.]
I reach my peak, I can't speak
Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak
I'm sick of niggers lying, I'm sick of bitches hawking
Matter of fact, I'm sick of talking