作词 : Notorious B.I.G./Lord Finesse/Rita Marley/Robert A Hall
作曲 : Notorious B.I.G./Lord Finesse/Rita Marley/Robert A Hall
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, **** it I wanna go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to ****in' tel
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 d**k licke
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise
**** that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dic
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 ****in' abortio
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 shit
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless ****in buddah hea
The stress is buildin' up, I can't
I can't believe suicide's on my ****in min
I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is ****in callin m
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 b***h Chic, tell him that my will is weak
Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is wea
Matter of fact, I'm sick of talking
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00] 作词 : Notorious B.I.G./Lord Finesse/Rita Marley/Robert A Hall
[00:00.19] 作曲 : Notorious B.I.G./Lord Finesse/Rita Marley/Robert A Hall
[00:00.38]Woman hold her head and cry
[00:04.04]
[00:05.92]Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
[00:10.89]
[00:12.45]Woman hold her head and cry
[00:15.52]
[00:17.87]Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
[00:22.81]
[00:24.15]When I die, **** it I wanna go to hell
[00:26.80]Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to ****in' tel
[00:29.51]It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit' the goodie-goodies
[00:31.78]Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies
[00:35.96]God will probably have me on some real strict shit
[00:38.55]No sleepin' all day, no gettin my d**k licke
[00:41.78]Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise
[00:44.50]**** that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dic
[00:48.24]All my life I been considered as the worst
[00:50.79]Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse
[00:53.68]Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
[00:56.09]
[00:56.95]I know my mother wished she got a ****in' abortio
[00:59.32]
[01:00.12]Woman hold her head and cry
[01:03.73]
[01:05.23]Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
[01:11.16]
[01:11.88]I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this shit
[01:15.32]Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
[01:18.02]And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red
[01:21.71]I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless ****in buddah hea
[01:25.05]The stress is buildin' up, I can't
[01:27.28]I can't believe suicide's on my ****in min
[01:29.88]I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is ****in callin m
[01:34.00]Naw you wouldn't understand
[01:35.16]You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
[01:40.09]Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back
[01:42.67]Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet
[01:45.03]People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me
[01:48.84]My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone
[01:51.59]She knew me and her sister had somethin' goin' on
[01:54.53]I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes
[01:57.97]Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
[02:01.71]Woman hold her head and cry
[02:03.59]
[02:05.26]Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
[02:12.23]Woman hold her head and cry
[02:15.53]
[02:18.24]Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
[02:23.15]
[02:24.58]I reach my peak, I can't speak
[02:27.11]Call my b***h Chic, tell him that my will is weak
[02:30.16]Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is wea
[02:32.65]Matter of fact, I'm sick of talking
作词 : Notorious B.I.G./Lord Finesse/Rita Marley/Robert A Hall
作曲 : Notorious B.I.G./Lord Finesse/Rita Marley/Robert A Hall
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, **** it I wanna go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to ****in' tel
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 d**k licke
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise
**** that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dic
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 ****in' abortio
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 shit
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless ****in buddah hea
The stress is buildin' up, I can't
I can't believe suicide's on my ****in min
I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is ****in callin m
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 b***h Chic, tell him that my will is weak
Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is wea
Matter of fact, I'm sick of talking
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00] 作词 : Notorious B.I.G./Lord Finesse/Rita Marley/Robert A Hall
[00:00.19] 作曲 : Notorious B.I.G./Lord Finesse/Rita Marley/Robert A Hall
[00:00.38]Woman hold her head and cry
[00:04.04]
[00:05.92]Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
[00:10.89]
[00:12.45]Woman hold her head and cry
[00:15.52]
[00:17.87]Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
[00:22.81]
[00:24.15]When I die, **** it I wanna go to hell
[00:26.80]Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to ****in' tel
[00:29.51]It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit' the goodie-goodies
[00:31.78]Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies
[00:35.96]God will probably have me on some real strict shit
[00:38.55]No sleepin' all day, no gettin my d**k licke
[00:41.78]Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise
[00:44.50]**** that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dic
[00:48.24]All my life I been considered as the worst
[00:50.79]Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse
[00:53.68]Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
[00:56.09]
[00:56.95]I know my mother wished she got a ****in' abortio
[00:59.32]
[01:00.12]Woman hold her head and cry
[01:03.73]
[01:05.23]Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
[01:11.16]
[01:11.88]I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this shit
[01:15.32]Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
[01:18.02]And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red
[01:21.71]I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless ****in buddah hea
[01:25.05]The stress is buildin' up, I can't
[01:27.28]I can't believe suicide's on my ****in min
[01:29.88]I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is ****in callin m
[01:34.00]Naw you wouldn't understand
[01:35.16]You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
[01:40.09]Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back
[01:42.67]Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet
[01:45.03]People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me
[01:48.84]My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone
[01:51.59]She knew me and her sister had somethin' goin' on
[01:54.53]I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes
[01:57.97]Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
[02:01.71]Woman hold her head and cry
[02:03.59]
[02:05.26]Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
[02:12.23]Woman hold her head and cry
[02:15.53]
[02:18.24]Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
[02:23.15]
[02:24.58]I reach my peak, I can't speak
[02:27.11]Call my b***h Chic, tell him that my will is weak
[02:30.16]Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is wea
[02:32.65]Matter of fact, I'm sick of talking