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THE LYRIC OF SUICIDAL THOUGHTS , NOTORIOUS B I G'S SONG

 

 

The lyric of Suicidal Thoughts, Notorious B I G's song

(RINGRING)

(Hello? Aw shitnigga. What the fuck time is itman?
Oh god damn. Nigga do you know what time it is?
Aw shitwhat the fuck s goin on? You alright?
Awnigga what the fuck is wrong wit you?)

When I diefuck it I wanna go to hell
Cause I m a piece of shitit ain t hard to fuckin tell
It don t make sensegoin to heaven wit the goodie-goodies
Dressed in whiteI like black Tims and black hoodies
God will probably have me on some real strict shit
No sleepin all dayno gettin my dick licked
Hangin with the goodie-goodies loungin in paradise
Fuck that shitI wanna tote guns and shoot dice
All my life I been considered as the worst
Lyin to my mothereven stealin out her purse
Crime after crimefrom drugs to extortion
I know my mother wished she got a fuckin abortion
She don t even love me like she did when I was younger
Suckin on her chest just to stop my fuckin hunger
I wonder if I diedwould tears come to her eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespectforgive me for my lies
My babies mothers 8 monthsher little sister s 2
Who s to blame for both of them (naw nigganot you)
I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit
Throw the Magnum to my headthreaten to pull shit
And squeezeuntil the bed scompletely red
I m glad I m deada worthless fuckin buddah head
The stress is buildin upI can t
I can t believe suicide s on my fuckin mind
I want to leaveI swear to God I feel like death is fuckin callin me
Naw you wouldn t understand (niggatalk to me please)
You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookiein New Jack
Except when I cross overthere ain t no comin back
Should I die on the train tracklike Remo in Beatstreet
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 peakI can t speak
call my nigga Chictell him that my will is weak.
I m sick of niggas lyin I m sick of bitches hawkin
matter of factI m sick of talkin .
(BANG)
(hey yo big...hey yo big)


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