The Notorious B.I.G. - Suicidal Thoughts lyrics

Hello?
Aw shit, nigga! 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 aight?
Ah, nigga, what the fuck is wrong with 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
(What you talkin' 'bout, man?)
It don't make sense
Goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white
I like black Timbs and black hoodies
(Aw, man) god'll 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
(You talkin' some crazy shit now, nigga)
All my life I been considered as the worst
Lyin' to my mother
Even stealin' out her purse (Ah)
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wish 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 (You're buggin', B)
My baby mother's eight months
Her little sister's two
Who's to blame for both of them?
(Nah, 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
(Nigga, what the 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' buddha head
The stress is buildin' up
I can't I can't believe
(Ayo, I'm on my way over there, man)
Suicide's on my fuckin' mind, I wanna leave
I swear to God I feel like
Death is fuckin' callin' me
But nah, 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
(Ayo, ayo, man, I'm out)
Should I die on the train track
Like Ramo in Beat Street?
(I'ma call you when I get in the car)
People at the funeral frontin'
Like they miss me
(Ayo, where your girl at, man?)
My baby mama kiss 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 reach my peak, I can't speak
(Ayo, you listenin' to me, motherfucker?)
Call my nigga Chic
Tell him that my will is weak
(Ayo, c'mon, nigga) i'm sick of niggas lyin'
(Cut that)
I'm sick of bitches hawkin' (Ayo)
Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'
(Nigga, yo, yo, Big! Ayo, chill) gunshot
Ayo, Big! Ayo, Big!

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