Hold Ya Head-The Notorious B.I.G.

[ti:Hold Ya Head] [ar:TheNotoriousBIG] [al:Nasty Girl (The Notorious B.I.G. Song)] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Hold Ya Head - The Notorious B.I.G. [00:00.38]Woman hold her head and cry [00:05.92]Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died [00:12.45]Woman hold her head and cry [00:17.87]Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died [00:24.15]When I die, f**k it I wanna go to hell [00:26.80]Cause I'm a piece of sh*t, it ain't hard to f**kin' tell [00:29.51]It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit' the goodie-goodies [00:31.78]Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies [00:35.96]God will probably have me on some real strict sh*t [00:38.55]No sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick licked [00:41.78]Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise [00:44.50]F**k that sh*t, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice [00:48.24]All my life I been considered as the worst [00:50.78]Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse [00:53.67]Crime after crime, from *** to extortion [00:56.94]I know my mother wished she got a f**kin' abortion [01:00.11]Woman hold her head and cry [01:05.22]Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died [01:11.87]I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit [01:15.31]Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull sh*t [01:18.01]And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red [01:21.70]I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless f**kin' buddah head [01:25.04]The stress is buildin' up, I can't [01:27.27]I can't believe suicide's on my f**kin' mind [01:29.87]I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is f**kin' callin' me [01:33.99]Naw you wouldn't understand [01:35.15]You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack [01:40.08]Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back [01:42.66]Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet [01:45.02]People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me [01:48.83]My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone [01:51.58]She knew me and her sister had somethin' goin' on [01:54.52]I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes [01:57.96]Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies [02:01.70]Woman hold her head and cry [02:05.25]Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died [02:12.22]Woman hold her head and cry [02:18.23]Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died [02:24.57]I reach my peak, I can't speak [02:27.10]Call my ni**a Chic, tell him that my will is weak [02:30.15]I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of b**ches hawking [02:32.64]Matter of fact, I'm sick of talking