Notorious B.I.G. & Bob Marley - Hold Ya Head Up Lyrics [SonicLyric.com]

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	Artist: Notorious B.I.G. & Bob Marley Song Title: Hold Ya Head Up Album: n/a
Chorus: (Bob Marley) 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 Verse 1: (Biggie) When I die fk it i wanna go to hell cuz imma piece of st it aint hard to fkin tell It don't make sense going to heaven with the goodie goodies Dressed in white, I like black tims and black hoodies God will probably have me on some real strict st No sleepin all day, no gettin my d* licked Hangin with the goodie goodies Loungin in paradise Fk that st I wanna tote guns and shoot dice All my life i've been considered as the worst Lying to my mother even stealin out her purse Crime after crime From drugs to extortion I know my mother wish she got a fkin abortion Chorus: (Bob Marley) Woman hold her head and cry Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died Verse 2: (Biggie) I swear to God I wanna just slit my wrist and end this bullst Hold a magnum to my head threaten to pull st And squeeze, until the beds completely red I'm glad I'm dead a worthless fkin budda head The stress is building up I can't...I can't believe suicides on my fkin mind I wanna leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fkin callin me But naw, you wouldn't understand You see it's kinda like what crack did to pookie in New Jack Except when I cross over there aint no comin back Should I die on the train tracks like Remo in Beatstreet People at the funeral frontin like they miss me My baby momma kiss me but she glad im gone She knew me and her sister had summin goin on I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes Forgive me for my disrespect, Forgive me for my lies Chorus: (Bob Marley) 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 Verse 3: (Biggie) I reached my peak I can't sleep Call my n Chic Tell him that my will is weak I'm sick of ns lying I'm sick of b**es hawking Matter of fact, Im sick of talkin