Hold Ya Head (Main Version) (Explicit)
The Notorious B.I.G"Hold Ya Head (Main Version) (Explicit)" is a song by The Notorious B.I.G, released in 1997 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:32 long and contains 43 lines and 407 words.
Lyrics
0:00Hold Ya Head (Main Version) - The Notorious B.I.G.
0:00Woman hold her head and cry
0:05Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
0:12Woman hold her head and cry
0:17Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
0:24When I die, f**k it I wanna go to hell
0:26Cause I'm a piece of sh*t, it ain't hard to f**kin' tell
0:29It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit' the goodie-goodies
0:31Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies
0:35God will probably have me on some real strict sh*t
0:38No sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick licked
0:41Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise
0:44F**k that sh*t, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
0:48All my life I been considered as the worst
0:50Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse
0:53Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
0:56I know my mother wished she got a f**kin' abortion
1:00Woman hold her head and cry
1:05Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
1:11I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit
1:15Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull sh*t
1:18And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red
1:21I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless f**kin' buddah head
1:25The stress is buildin' up, I can't
1:27I can't believe suicide's on my f**kin' mind
1:29I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is f**kin' callin' me
1:33Naw you wouldn't understand
1:35You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
1:40Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back
1:42Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet
1:45People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me
1:48My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone
1:51She knew me and her sister had somethin' goin' on
1:54I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes
1:57Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
2:01Woman hold her head and cry
2:05Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
2:12Woman hold her head and cry
2:18Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
2:24I reach my peak, I can't speak
2:27Call my ni**a Chic, tell him that my will is weak
2:30I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of b**ches hawking
2:32Matter of fact, I'm sick of talking
Hold Ya Head (Main Version) - The Notorious B.I.G. 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 wanna go to hell Cause I'm a piece of sh*t, it ain't hard to f**kin' 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 sh*t No sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick licked Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise F**k that sh*t, 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**kin' 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 sh*t And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless f**kin' buddah 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 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 Woman hold her head and cry Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died I reach my peak, I can't speak Call my ni**a Chic, tell him that my will is weak I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of b**ches hawking Matter of fact, I'm sick of talking
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