The Notorious B.I.G. - Suicidal Thoughts (2005 Remaster)(1994)

[00:13.77] Hello, aw shit nigga, what the fuck time is it
[00:24.43] Oh goddamn, nigga do you know what time it is
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[00:33.18] Aw shit, what the fuck is going on
[00:37.41] You alright, nigga what the fuck is wrong with you
[00:43.64] When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell
[00:45.72] Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fucking tell
[00:48.51] It don't make sense, going to heaven with the goodie-goodies
[00:51.56] Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies
[00:54.36] God'll prolly have me on some real strict shit
[00:57.35] No sleeping all day, no getting my dick licked
[00:59.81] Hanging with the goodie-goodies lounging in paradise
[01:02.67] Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
[01:05.82] (You talking some crazy shit now, nigga)
[01:07.19] All my life I been considered as the worst
[01:08.53] Lying to my mother, even stealing out her purse
[01:11.12] Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
[01:13.97] I know my mother wished she got a fucking abortion
[01:16.99] She don't even love me like she did when I was younger
[01:19.90] (Get a hold of yourself nigga)
[01:20.91] Sucking on her chest just to stop my fucking hunger
[01:22.62] I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes
[01:25.42] Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
[01:28.20] My baby mother's eight months, her little sister's two
[01:31.09] Who's to blame for both of them
[01:32.46] (Naw nigga, not you)
[01:33.76] I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bullshit
[01:36.94] Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
[01:39.91] (Nigga what the fuck)
[01:40.87] And squeeze, until the bed's completely red
[01:42.91] (It's too late for this shit man)
[01:44.62] I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fucking buddha head
[01:46.34] The stress is building up, I can't
[01:48.24] (Yo, I'm on my way over there man)
[01:49.31] I can't believe suicide's on my fucking mind, I wanna leave
[01:51.65] I swear to God I feel like death is fucking calling me
[01:54.68] Naw you wouldn't understand
[01:56.53] (Nigga talk to me please, man)
[01:57.66] You see it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
[02:00.45] Except when I cross over, there ain't no coming back
[02:03.49] (Yo, I'mma call you when I get in the car)
[02:04.62] Should I die on the train track, like Ramo in Beat Street
[02:06.46] People at the funeral fronting like they miss me
[02:08.97] My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone
[02:11.55] (Put your girl on the phone, nigga)
[02:12.56] She knew me and her sister had something going on
[02:15.30] I reach my peak, I can't speak
[02:17.77] (Yo, you listening to me motherfucker)
[02:18.94] Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak
[02:20.70] (Eyo c'mon nigga)
[02:21.57] I'm sick of niggas lying, I'm sick of bitches hawkin'
[02:23.25] Matter of fact, I'm sick of talking
[02:26.02] (BANG)
[02:30.00] Ayo Big, ayo Big
[02:33.55] Heartbeat slowing
[02:34.51] Please hang up, and try your call again
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