Hold Ya Head
Showbiz & A.G. Lyrics


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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 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

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]

Overall Meaning

Hold Ya Head by Showbiz & A.G. is a song that portrays the consequences of violence in the streets as a mother cries over her son who has been shot down. The first two verses of the song are about the dangers of living a life of crime and how it can ultimately lead to a mother having to mourn over their child's death. The chorus repeats, "Woman hold her head and cry, cause her son had been shot down in the street and died." The third verse tells the story of a man contemplating suicide as he feels overwhelmed by the stress of his life. He talks about feeling like he doesn't belong in heaven and wanting to be in hell because of the way he's lived his life. He talks about the pain and stress of his life slowly driving him to contemplate suicide. The song ends with the same chorus that emphasizes the tragedy of a mother losing her child to street violence.


The lyrics of Hold Ya Head highlight the tragic consequences of street violence, and how a mother has to mourn her child's death due to it. The song uses powerful and evocative language to bring attention to the issue of street violence and its impact on individuals and society. The lyrics speak to the pain and sorrow experienced by family members of those who have suffered due to street violence. The song ultimately portrays the dangers of living a life of crime and how it can lead to devastating consequences.


Line by Line Meaning

Woman hold her head and cry
A woman is mourning because her son was killed in the street.


Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died


Woman hold her head and cry
The woman is still crying over her loss.


'Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died


When I die, fuck it I wanna go to (hell)
The writer thinks he belongs in hell because he's a bad person.


'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell
The writer is self-aware of his flaws and feels deserving of punishment.


It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit' the goodie-goodies
The idea of going to heaven where good people are is incompatible with the writer's identity.


Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies
The writer feels out of place in heaven where people are expected to dress a certain way.


God will probably have me on some real strict shit
The writer anticipates that he will not enjoy the rules and restrictions of heaven.


No sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick licked
The writer will no longer be able to indulge in pleasures.


Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise
The writer does not want to spend eternity with people who he feels are not like him.


Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
The writer likens his idea of heaven to a place where he can engage in activities that he finds enjoyable regardless of societal norms.


All my life I been considered as the worst
The writer has a reputation for being a bad person.


Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse
In the past, he has been dishonest and even stolen from family members.


Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
The writer has been involved in various criminal activities.


I know my mother wished she got a fuckin' abortion
The writer believes his mother would have been better off if she never had him.


I swear to God I just want to (slit) my wrists and end this bullshit
The writer feels overwhelmed and wants to end his life.


Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
The writer contemplates suicide.


And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red
The writer imagines blood spilling when he pulls the trigger.


I'm glad I'm (dead), a worthless fuckin' buddah head
The writer believes he has no value and would not be missed.


The stress is buildin' up, I can't,
The writer is feeling overwhelmed.


I can't believe (suicide's) on my fuckin' mind
The writer is surprised at his own thought of taking his own life.


I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me
The writer believes he is being beckoned by death.


Naw you wouldn't understand
The writer thinks nobody can understand his feelings.


You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
The writer is comparing his mental state to the drug addiction of a character from a movie.


Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back
The writer believes that death is final and there is no afterlife.


Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet
The writer is referencing a fictional train death to illustrate his own mortality.


People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me
The writer doesn't believe people will genuinely mourn his death.


My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone
The writer believes his child's mother is happier now that he's dead.


She knew me and her sister had somethin' goin' on
The writer reveals infidelity with his child's aunt.


I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
The writer wonders if his death would elicit genuine sadness from those who knew him.


Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
The writer is asking for forgiveness for his past wrongdoings.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: ROBERT A HALL, RITA MARLEY, CHRISTOPHER WALLACE

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