• Artist: Notorious B.I.G., Bob Marley & Vybz Kartel
• Song Title: Hold Ya Head (Remix)
• Album: Hold Ya Head

[Intro: Vybz Kartel]
Get familiar, Kartel, Bob

[Chorus: Sample from Bob Marley's "Johnny Was " (Vybz Kartel)
Woman hold her head and cry (Wicked man dem go diss and dat a war)
Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died (Yo! Marrow fly)
Woman hold her head and cry (I told dem it's Kartel and Clinton it start well)
Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died (Get familiar)

[Verse 1: Vybz Kartel]
Yo yo, yuh is a dead bloodclaat and a dead bumboclaat
A dead bloodclaat and a dead bumboclaat
Shot inna yuh heart yuh dead to bloodclaat
When di AK talk nuh talk nuh back
Yuh a dead bloodclaat and a dead bumboclaat
Shot inna yuh heart yuh dead to bloodclaat
Watch weh yuh talk nuh f*** wid New York
Mac 11 spark, flatten di clown di car parked

[Verse 2: Notorious B.I.G.]
When I die f*** it I wanna go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of s*** it ain't hard to f***in 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 s***
No sleepin all day, no gettin my d*** licked
Hangin with the goodie-goodies loungin in paradise
F*** that s***, 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 f***in abortion

[Chorus: Sample from Bob Marley's "Johnny Was " (Vybz Kartel)
Woman hold her head and cry (Wicked man dem go diss and dat a war)
Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died

[Verse 3: Vybz Kartel]
Yo! Badman buss di looga and di looga, smith and wesson
Or di lama got to use, kill informa in di house or pon di corna
Panic a corna from behind I shot bwoy yuh teflon armor
Bullets from (?) stick yuh like a million spider
Extra 'mount, collide a like a Taliban suicider
Who mi a nuh McGyver Kartel is di soul survivor
Push di knife, inna yuh side a it go deep and a go dive
A Singa Blinga is di driver get away car provider
Yuh is a dead bloodclaat and a dead bumboclaat
A dead bloodclaat and a dead bumboclaat
Shot inna yuh heart yuh dead to bloodclaat
When di AK talk nuh talk nuh back

[Verse 4: Notorious B.I.G.]
I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bulls***
Throw the Magnum to my head threaten to pull s***
And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless f***in buddah head
The stress is buildin up, I can't
I can't believe suicide's on my f***in' mind
I want to leave I swear to God I feel like death is f***in' callin' me
But 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 Beat Street
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

[Chorus: Sample from Bob Marley's "Johnny Was " (Vybz Kartel)
Woman hold her head and cry (Wicked man dem go diss and dat a war)
Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died (Yo!)
Woman hold her head and cry (A Yard Man dem go diss and dat a war)
Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died

[Verse 5: Notorious B.I.G.]
I reached my peak, I can't speak
Call my n**** Sheek tell him that my will is weak
I'm sick of n****s lyin, I'm sick of b****es hawkin
Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin