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notorious big - suicidal thoughts lyrics

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h-llo? aw sh-t, n-gg-, what the f-ck time is it, man?
oh god d-mn, n-gg- do you know what time it is?
aw sh-t, what the f-ck’s goin’ on? you alright?
aw, n-gg- what the f-ck is wrong wit you?

when i die, f-ck it i wanna go to h-ll
’cause i’m a piece of sh-t, it ain’t hard to f-ckin’ 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 d-ck licked
hangin’ with the goodie-goodies loungin’ in paradise
f-ck 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 drugs to extortion
i know my mother wished she got a f-ckin’ abortion

she don’t even love me like she did when i was younger
suckin’ on her chest just to stop my f-ckin’ 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 n-gg-, not you)
i swear to god i just want to slit my wrists and end this bullsh-t

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-ckin’ buddha head
the stress is buildin’ up, i can’t

i can’t believe suicide’s on my f-ckin’ mind
i want to leave, i swear to god i feel like death is f-ckin’ callin’ me
naw you wouldn’t understand
(n-gg-, 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 n-gg- chic, tell him that my will is weak
i’m sick of n-gg-s lyin’, i’m sick of b-tches hawkin’
matter of fact, i’m sick of talkin’

hey yo big, hey yo big

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