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Suicidal Thoughts - The Notorious B.I.G.
Written by：The Notorious B.I.G.
Hello? Aw sh*t, ni**a,
What the f**k time is it, man?
Oh God damn,
Ni**a do you know what time it is?
Aw sh*t, what the f**k's
Goin' on? You alright?
Aw, ni**a what the f**k
Is wrong wit you?
When I die, f**k it I wanna go to hell
'Cause I'm a piece of sh*t,
It ain't hard to f**kin' 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 sh*t
No sleepin' all day,
No gettin' my **** licked
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies
Loungin' in paradise
F**k that sh*t,
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 *** to extortion
I know my mother wished
She got a f**kin' abortion
She don't even love me
Like she did when I was younger
Suckin' on her chest
Just to stop my f**kin' 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 ni**a, 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 sh*t
And squeeze, until the bed's,
Completely red
I'm glad I'm dead,
A worthless f**kin' Buddha head
The stress is buildin' up, I can't
I can't believe suicide's
On my f**kin' mind
I want to leave, I swear to God
I feel like death is f**kin' callin' me
Naw you wouldn't understand
(Ni**a, 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 ni**a Chic,
Tell him that my will is weak
I'm sick of niggas lyin',
I'm sick of b**ches hawkin'
Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'
Hey yo Big, hey yo Big