Hold Your Head
Biggie Smalls ft. Bob Marley Lyrics
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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 wanna go to (hell)
'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell
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
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 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
Woman hold her head and cry
Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
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]
The song "Hold Ya Head" is a collaboration between two legendary artists, Biggie Smalls and Bob Marley. It is a mixture of Biggie's raw, emotional lyrics and Bob Marley's soothing reggae beat. The lyrics revolve around the theme of death and its impact on people. The first verse talks about a mother mourning the death of her son, who was shot down in the street. The second verse is Biggie's own thoughts about his impending death. He talks about wanting to go to hell because he feels like a worthless piece of shit. He also talks about his mother's disappointment and wishes that she never gave birth to him. The chorus repeats the line "Woman hold her head and cry" as a tribute to all the women who have lost their loved ones to violence.
The song is filled with emotions and has deep meaning. It's like Biggie's final words before his untimely death. He expresses his pain and frustration, and at the same time, he acknowledges his mistakes and asks for forgiveness. The collaboration with Bob Marley is a perfect fit as the reggae beat adds a layer of calmness to Biggie's powerful lyrics.
Line by Line Meaning
Woman hold her head and cry
A woman is mourning the loss of her son who was killed in the street
Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
The woman's son was shot and killed while on the street
Woman hold her head and cry
The woman is still grieving and mourning the loss of her son
'Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
The cause of the woman's grief is the death of her son, who was killed on the street
When I die, fuck it I wanna go to (hell)
The artist is expressing his preference to end up in hell when he dies
'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell
The singer believes he is a worthless and unimportant person
It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit' the goodie-goodies
The singer believes it is illogical for him to end up in heaven with the good people
Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies
The artist prefers to dress in darker clothing instead of the typical white garments associated with heaven
God will probably have me on some real strict shit
The artist thinks that if he were to go to heaven, God would enforce strict rules on him
No sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick licked
The artist thinks that in heaven, he would not be allowed to sleep in or engage in any pleasures
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise
The singer doesn't want to be in heaven, where the 'goodie-goodies' are relaxing in paradise
Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
The artist would rather engage in violent and risky behavior than be in heaven
All my life I been considered as the worst
The singer has always been seen as a bad person by others
Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse
The singer has even lied to and stolen from his own mother
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
The singer has committed multiple crimes, such as selling drugs and extortion
I know my mother wished she got a fuckin' abortion
The artist believes that his mother regrets not having an abortion instead of giving birth to him
I swear to God I just want to (slit) my wrists and end this bullshit
The artist is expressing a desire to harm himself to end his problems
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
The singer is considering suicide by putting a gun to his head
And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red
The singer wants to shoot himself until everything is covered in blood
I'm glad I'm (dead), a worthless fuckin' buddah head
The artist thinks that he is better off dead because he believes he has no worth
The stress is buildin' up, I can't,
The artist is feeling stressed and overwhelmed, and cannot take it anymore
I can't believe (suicide's) on my fuckin' mind
The artist is surprised that he is contemplating suicide
I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me
The singer wants to escape his problems and thinks that death is calling him
Naw you wouldn't understand
The artist does not believe that anyone else can understand his struggles
You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
The singer is comparing his struggles to those of the character Pookie from the movie 'New Jack City' who became addicted to crack cocaine
Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back
The singer believes that if he kills himself, he cannot come back to life
Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet
The singer is thinking about dying a violent death like the character Remo in the movie 'Beatstreet'
People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me
The artist believes that people will pretend to miss him at his funeral
My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone
The artist's baby mama is happy that he is dead
She knew me and her sister had somethin' goin' on
The singer was involved with his baby mama's sister, which caused issues in their relationship
I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
The singer is questioning if his baby mama would miss him if he died
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
The artist is asking for forgiveness for his past actions and behaviors
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: ROBERT A HALL, RITA MARLEY, CHRISTOPHER WALLACE
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@FranciscanoBalili
I like Suicidal Thoughts but this mashup with Bob Marley is just golden.
@MrChocoChunk
Agreed
@aminalone
Brilliant
@VibrantVixen924
Totally agree
@monkeymind9988
There is also another version with Sade, watch for suicidal love its also good.
@n.m5253
Cortex Draa Johnny was
@changohermoso5898
"I know my mother wish she got a fucking abortion." ...That line always gets me!
@jaiholmes3772
Trevor McClanahan shut yole dart
@doctapeppur1900
+Jai Holmes fuck off mclovin
@marsanthony2740
For real !!! I think that line got us ALL !!