Hook (2x) - Bob Marley
Woman hold her head and cried
Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died

Verse - Biggie
When I die, f**k it I wanna go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of s**t it ain't hard to f**kin' tell
It don't make sense goin to heaven with the goody-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies
God will probably have me on some real strict s**t
No sleepin' all day, no getting' my d**k licked
Hangin' wit the goody-goodies
Loungin' in paradise
F**k that s**t, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
All my life, I've been considered as the worst
Lyin' to my mother even stealin' out her purse
Crime after crime, from drugs to extorsion
I know my mother wish she had a f**kin' abortion

Hook (2x) - Bob Marley

Verse - Biggie
I swear to God, I wanna just slit my wrists and end this bulls**t
Throw the magnum to my head threatenin' to pull s**t
And squeeze, until the beds
Completely red, I'm glad I'm dead
I'm a worthless buddah head
My stress is buildin' up
I can't believe suicide's on my f**kin' mind
I wanna leave
I feel like death is f**kin' callin' me
Nah, you wouldn't understand it
…You see, it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie
In New Jack, except when I come over
It ain't no commin' back
Should I die on the train track
Like Ramo in Beat Street
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 something going on
I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies

Hook (2x) - Bob Marley

Verse - Biggie
I've reached my peak, I can't speak
Call my nigga Pete
Tell him that my will is weak
I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin'
Matter fact, I'm sick of talkin'