Notorious B.I.G. - Suicidal Thoughts Lyrics
(ring, ring)(hello? aw shit, nigga. what the ***** time is it, man?Oh God damn. nigga do you know what time it is?Aw shit, what the *****s goin on? you alright?Aw, nigga what the ***** is wrong wit you? )When I die, ***** it I wanna go to hellCause Im a piece of shit, it aint hard to *****in tellIt dont make sense, goin to heaven wit the goodie-goodiesDressed in white, I like black tims and black hoodiesGod will probably have me on some real strict shitNo sleepin all day, no gettin my dick lickedHangin with the goodie-goodies loungin in paradise***** that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot diceAll my life I been considered as the worstLyin to my mother, even stealin out her purseCrime after crime, from drugs to extortionI know my mother wished she got a *****in abortionShe dont even love me like she did when I was youngerSuckin on her chest just to stop my *****in hungerI wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my liesMy babies mothers 8 months, her little sisters 2Whos to blame for both of them (naw nigga, not you)I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshitThrow the magnum to my head, threaten to pull shitAnd squeeze, until the beds, completely redIm glad Im dead, a worthless *****in buddah headThe stress is buildin up, I cant,I cant believe suicides on my *****in mindI want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is *****in callin meNaw you wouldnt understand (nigga, talk to me please)You see its kinda like the crack did to pookie, in new jackExcept when I cross over, there aint no comin backShould I die on the train track, like remo in beatstreetPeople at the funeral frontin like they miss meMy baby momma kissed me but she glad Im goneShe knew me and her sista had somethin goin onI reach my peak, I cant speak,Call my nigga chic, tell him that my will is weak.Im sick of niggas lyin, Im sick of *****es hawkin,Matter of fact, Im sick of talkin.(bang)(hey yo big...hey yo big)
