Notorious B. I. G. - Suicidal Thoughts lyrics

rate me

(ring, ring)<br><br>(hello? aw shit, nigga. what the fuck time is it, man? <br>Oh God damn. nigga do you know what time it is? <br>Aw shit, what the fuck's goin' on? you alright? <br>Aw, nigga what the fuck is wrong wit you? )<br><br>When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell<br>Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell<br>It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit the goodie-goodies<br>Dressed in white, I like black tims and black hoodies<br>God will probably have me on some real strict shit<br>No sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick licked<br>Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise<br>Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice<br>All my life I been considered as the worst<br>Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse<br>Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion<br>I know my mother wished she got a fuckin' abortion<br>She don't even love me like she did when I was younger<br>Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger<br>I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes? <br>Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies<br>My babies' mothers 8 months, her little sister's 2<br>Who's to blame for both of them (naw nigga, not you)<br>I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit<br>Throw the magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit<br>And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red<br>I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddah head<br>The stress is buildin' up, I can't,<br>I can't believe suicide's on my fuckin' mind<br>I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me<br>Naw you wouldn't understand (nigga, talk to me please)<br>You see it's kinda like the crack did to pookie, in new jack<br>Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back<br>Should I die on the train track, like remo in beatstreet<br>People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me<br>My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone<br>She knew me and her sista had somethin' goin' on<br>I reach my peak, I can't speak,<br>Call my nigga chic, tell him that my will is weak.<br>I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin',<br>Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'.<br>(bang)<br>(hey yo big...hey yo big)