Biggie Smalls [ Duets: The Final Chapter `2oo5 ] - 19. Hold Ya Head FT. Bob Marley | Текст песни

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• Biggie Smalls [ Duets: The Final Chapter `2oo5 ]
• 19. Hold Ya Head FT. Bob Marley

When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell
Cause Im a piece of shit, it aint hard to fuckin tell
It dont 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 shit
No sleepin all day, no gettin my dick licked
Hangin with the goodie-goodies loungin in paradise
Fuck that shit, 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 fuckin abortion
She dont even love me like she did when I was younger
Suckin on her chest just to stop my fuckin hunger
I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
My babies mothers 8 months, her little sisters 2
Whos to blame for both of them
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
Im glad Im dead, a worthless fuckin buddah head
The stress is buildin up, I cant,
I cant believe suicides on my fuckin mind
I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin callin me
Naw you wouldnt understand
You see its kinda like the crack did to pookie, in new jack
Except when I cross over, there aint 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 Im gone
She knew me and her sista had somethin goin on
I reach my peak, I cant speak,
Call my nigga chic, tell him that my will is weak.
Im sick of niggas lyin, Im sick of bitches hawkin,
Matter of fact, Im sick of talkin.
(bang)

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