[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, f**k it I wanna go to hell
[00:26.80]Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to f**kin' tell
[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 dick licked
[00:41.78]Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise
[00:44.50]F**k that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
[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 f**kin' abortion
[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 bullshit
[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 f**kin' buddah head
[01:25.05]The stress is buildin' up, I can't
[01:27.28]I can't believe suicide's on my f**kin' mind
[01:29.88]I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is f**kin' callin' me
[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 nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak
[02:30.16]I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawking
[02:32.65]Matter of fact, I'm sick of talking