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Suicidal Thoughts - TheNotoriousBIG
Hello? Aw shit, nigga,

what the fuck time is it, man?

Oh God damn,

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?
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

She don't even love me
like she did when I was younger
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
My babies' mothers 8 months,
her little sister's 2
Who's to blame for both of them
(Naw nigga, not you)
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' Buddha 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
(Nigga, talk to me please)
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
Should I die on the train track,
like Remo in Beat street
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 sista
had somethin' goin' on

I reach my peak, I can't speak

Call my nigga Chic,
tell him that my will is weak
I'm sick of niggas lyin',
I'm sick of bitches hawkin'
Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'

Hey yo Big, hey yo Big