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
 I swear to God I wanna just 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
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 I reach my peak, I can't speak
 Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak
 I'm sick of niggaz lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin'
 Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'