Hold Ya Head (feat. Bob Marley) chords and lyrics - THE NOTORIOUS B.I.G.

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[Verse 1]
[Em]Woman hold her head and cry
[Am]Caus[D]e her son [C]had been[Bm] shot down
in the [D]street and [Am]died

[Verse 2]
[Em]Woman hold her head and [D]cry
'Cause her [C]son had been [Bm]shot down
[G]in the [D]street and [Bm]died

[Verse 3]
When I die, [E]fuck it I wanna
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
[Em]loungin' in paradise
Fuck [E]that shit,
I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
All my [C]life I been considered
as the worst
Lyin' to my mother,
even stealin' out her purse
[Bm]Crime after [Am]crime,
from drugs to extortion
I know my mother [G]wished she got
a fuckin' [D]abortion

[Verse 4]
[Em]Woman hold her head and [D]cry
Cause her [C]son had been [Bm]shot down
in the [D]street an[Am]d died[G]
[D]I swear

[Verse 5]
[Em]to God I just want to (slit) my wrists
and end [E]this bullshit
Throw the Magnum to my head,
threaten to pull shit
And squeeze, until the bed's,
completely red
[Em]I'm glad [E]I'm (dead), a worthless
fuckin' buddah head
The stress is buildin' up, I can't,
[Em]I can't beli[E]eve (suicide's) on
my fuckin' mind
I want to leave,
I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me
Naw you wouldn't understand
[Em]You see its kinda like the crack
did to [E]Pookie, in New Jack
Except when I cross over,
there ain't no comin' back
Should I [Em]die on the train track,
like Remo in Beatstreet
People at the funeral [D]frontin'
like they [C]miss me
My baby momma kissed me but she
glad I'm gone
She knew me and her sister had
somethin' [Am]goin' on
I wonder if I died,
would tears come to [G]her eyes?
Forgive me for my [D]disrespect,
[F#m]for give me for my li[Em]es

[Verse 6]
Woman hold her head and [D]cry
Cause her [C]son had been [Bm]shot down in the
[D]street an[Am]d died[G][D]
[Em][D]
[C][Bm]

[Verse 7]
[D]
[Am]I re[D]ach [Em]my peak,
I can't speak,
Call my nigga Chic,
tell him that my will is weak
I'm sick of [C]niggaz lyin', I'm sick
of bitches hawkin'
Mat[B]ter of fact,
I'm sick of talkin' [echoes]
[D][Em]