text: 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 Im a piece of shit, it aint hard to fuckin tell
  It dont 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
  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
  Im glad Im dead, a worthless fuckin buddah head
  The stress is buildin up, I cant
  I cant believe suicides on my fuckin mind
  I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin callin me
  Naw you wouldnt understand
  You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
  Except when I cross over, there aint 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 Im 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
  Woman hold her head and cry
  Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
  I reach my peak, I cant speak
  Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak
  Im sick of niggas lyin, Im sick of bitches hawkin
  Matter of fact, Im sick of talkin