[Chrous: Bob Marley - sample from "Johnny Was"] 
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 

[Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.] 
When I die, 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 loungin' in paradise 
Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice 
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 fuckin' abortion 

[Chrous: Bob Marley] 
Woman hold her head and cry 
Cause her son had been shot down in the street and
died 

[Verse 2: Notorious B.I.G.] 
I swear to God I just want to *slit* my wrists and end
this bullshit 
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 fuckin' buddah 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 

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 

[Chorus: Bob Marley] 
Woman hold her head and cry 
Cause her son had been shot down in the street and
died 

[Verse 3: Notorious B.I.G.] 
I reach my peak, I can't speak, 
call my nigga Chic, 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' (*echoes*)