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 fuck it I want to go to hell   'Cuz I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fucking tell   It don't make sense going to heaven with the goodie goodies   Dressed in white, I like black timbs and black hoodies      God would probably have me on some real strict shit   No sleepin' all day, no getting my dick licked   Hanging with the goodie goodies loungin' in the paradise   Fuck that shit I want to tote guns and shoot dice      All my life I've been considered as the worst   Lying to my mother even stealing out her purse   Crime after crime from drugs to extortion   I know my mother wish she got a fucking abortion      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 bullshit   Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit   And squeeze, until the beds, completely red   I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddha-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   But naw, you wouldn't understand      You see it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack   Except when I crush 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 know 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 has been shot down in the street and died   Woman hold her head and cry   'Cause her son has been shot down in the street and died      I reach my peak, I can't speak   Call my nigga Cheek, 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'