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Notorious B.I.G.- Suicidal Thoughts
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[Intro: Puff Daddy]
Hello? Aw shit, nigga. What the fuck time is it, man?
Oh Goddamn. Nigga do you know what time it is?
Aw shit, what the fuck's goin on? You alright?
Aw, nigga what the fuck is wrong wit you?
[Notorious B.I.G. (Puff Daddy)]
When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin tell (What'chu talking 'bout, man?)
It don't make sense, goin' to heaven with 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 (Crazy shit, man)
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
She don't even love me like she did when I was younger (Yo, get a hold of yourself, nigga)
Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger
I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies (I love you, B.I.G.)
My baby mother's eight months, her little sister's two
Who's to blame for both of them? (Naw nigga, not you)
I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bullshit
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit (Fuck it, nigga! Fuck!)
And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red (It's too late for this shit, man)
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddah head (Yo, I'm all the way over here, man)
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 (Nigga, talk to me please, man!)
You see it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin back (Hey yo, I'll call you when I get in the car)
Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet? (Hey, yo)
People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me (Hey, where your girl at, man?)
My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone (Yo, put your girl on the phone, nigga)
She know me and her sister had somethin' goin' on
I've reached my peak, I can't speak, (Hey yo, are you listening to me, muthafucka?)
Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak (Hey yo, come on, nigga!)
I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin',
Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'.
*bang*
(Hey yo, B.I.G....HEY YO, B.I.G.!)