Hold Ya Head (feat. Bob Marley)-The Notorious B.I.G./Bob Marley

[00:00.00] 作词 : Notorious B.I.G./Lord Finesse/Rita Marley/Robert A Hall [00:00.19] 作曲 : Notorious B.I.G./Lord Finesse/Rita Marley/Robert A Hall [00:00.38]Woman hold her head and cry [00:04.04] [00:05.92]Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died [00:10.89] [00:12.45]Woman hold her head and cry [00:15.52] [00:17.87]Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died [00:22.81] [00:24.15]When I die, **** it I wanna go to hell [00:26.80]Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to ****in' tel [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 shit [00:38.55]No sleepin' all day, no gettin my d**k licke [00:41.78]Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise [00:44.50]**** that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dic [00:48.24]All my life I been considered as the worst [00:50.79]Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse [00:53.68]Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion [00:56.09] [00:56.95]I know my mother wished she got a ****in' abortio [00:59.32] [01:00.12]Woman hold her head and cry [01:03.73] [01:05.23]Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died [01:11.16] [01:11.88]I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this shit [01:15.32]Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit [01:18.02]And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red [01:21.71]I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless ****in buddah hea [01:25.05]The stress is buildin' up, I can't [01:27.28]I can't believe suicide's on my ****in min [01:29.88]I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is ****in callin m [01:34.00]Naw you wouldn't understand [01:35.16]You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack [01:40.09]Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back [01:42.67]Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet [01:45.03]People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me [01:48.84]My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone [01:51.59]She knew me and her sister had somethin' goin' on [01:54.53]I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes [01:57.97]Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies [02:01.71]Woman hold her head and cry [02:03.59] [02:05.26]Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died [02:12.23]Woman hold her head and cry [02:15.53] [02:18.24]Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died [02:23.15] [02:24.58]I reach my peak, I can't speak [02:27.11]Call my b***h Chic, tell him that my will is weak [02:30.16]Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is wea [02:32.65]Matter of fact, I'm sick of talking