Lyrics:

[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



[Notorious BIG]

When I die, Fuck it i want to go to *hell*

Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' 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 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've 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



[Bob Marley]

Woman hold her head and cry

Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died



[Notorious BIG]

I swear to God I just want to *slit* my wrists and end this bullshit

I'll throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull it

And squeeze, until the beds, completely red

I'll be glad i'm *dead*,I'm worth a fuckin' buddha-head

The stress is buildin' up, I can't,

I can't believe *suicide's* on my fuckin' mind

I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' 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 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



[Bob Marley X2]

Woman hold her head and cry

Cause her son has been shot down in the street and died



[Notorious BIG]

I reach my peak, I can't speak,

Call My Nigga Cheek, tell him that my will is weak

I'm sick of niggaz lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin'

Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin' talking talking (fade)