1. Hold Ya HeadHold Ya Head

    Album: Duets: The Final Chapter
    Release Date: 12/20/05
    Label: Bad Boy Entertainment

Lyrics for "Hold Ya Head"

Explicit version of "Hold Ya Head" lyrics

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*** it I want to go to hell
'Cuz I'm a piece of s*** it ain't hard to f****** tell
It don't make sense going to heaven with the goodie goodies
Dressed in white, I like black timbs and black hoodies

God would probably have me on some real strict s***
No sleepin' all day, no getting my dick licked
Hanging with the goodie goodies loungin' in the paradise
F*** that s*** I want to tote guns and shoot dice

All my life I've been considered as the worst
Lying to my mother even stealing out her purse
Crime after crime from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wish she got a f****** 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 b*******
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull s***
And squeeze, until the beds, completely red
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless f*****' buddha-head

The stress is buildin' up, I can't
I can't believe suicide's on my f*****' mind
I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is f*****' callin' me
But naw, you wouldn't understand

You see it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
Except when I crush 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 know 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 has been shot down in the street and died
Woman hold her head and cry
'Cause her son has been shot down in the street and died

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 b****** hawkin'
Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'

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