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, fuck it i wanna go to *hell*cause i'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tellit don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit' the goodie-goodiesdressed in white, i like black tims and black hoodiesgod will probably have me on some real strict shitno sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick lickedhangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradisefuck that shit, i wanna tote guns and shoot diceall my life i been considered as the worstlyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her pursecrime after crime, from drugs to extortioni know my mother wished she got a fuckin' abortion

Woman hold her head and cry
Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died

Swear to god i just want to *slit* my wrists and end this bullshitthrow the magnum to my head, threaten to pull shitand squeeze, until the bed's, completely redi'm glad i'm *dead*, a worthless fuckin' buddah headthe stress is buildin' up, i can't,i can't believe *suicide's* on my fuckin' mindi want to leave, i swear to god i feel like death is fuckin' callin' menaw you wouldn't understandyou see its kinda like the crack did to pookie, in new jackexcept when i cross over, there ain't no comin' backshould i die on the train track, like remo in beatstreetpeople at the funeral frontin' like they miss memy baby momma kissed me but she glad i'm goneshe knew me and her sister had somethin' goin' oni 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

I reach my peak, i can't speak,call my nigga chic, tell him that my will is weaki'm sick of niggaz lyin', i'm sick of bitches hawkin'matter of fact, i'm sick of talkin'