Notorious BIG – hold ya head
When I die, flip it I wanna go to (hell)
Cause I’m a piece of spice, it ain’t hard to flippin‘ 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 spice
No sleepin’ all day, no gettin my John Thomas licked
Hangin’ with the goodie-goodies loungin’ in paradise
Flip that spice, 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 flippin‘ abortion