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 f**k it I want to go to hell 'Cuz I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to f**king tell It don't make sense going to heaven with the goodie goodies Dressed in white, I like black timbs and black hoodies God would probably have me on some real strict shit No sleepin' all day, no getting my d**k licked Hanging with the goodie goodies loungin' in the paradise f**k that shit I want to tote guns and shoot dice All my life I've 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 wish she got a f**king abortion 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 beds, completely red I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless f**kin' buddha-head The stress is buildin' up, I can't I can't believe suicide's on my f**kin' mind I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is f**kin' callin' me But naw, you wouldn't understand You see it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack Except when I crush 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 know 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 has been shot down in the street and died Woman hold her head and cry 'Cause her son has been shot down in the street and died I reach my peak, I can't speak Call my nigga Cheek, 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'