| (Hello? Aw shit, nigga. What the fuck time is it, man?
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| Oh god damn. |
| Nigga do you know what time it is?
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| Aw shit, what the fuck’s goin’on? |
| You alright?
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| Aw, nigga what the fuck is wrong wit you?)
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| When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell
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| Cause I’m a piece of shit, it ain’t hard to fuckin’tell
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| It don’t make sense, goin’to heaven wit the goodie-goodies
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| Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies
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| God will probably have me on some real strict shit
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| No sleepin’all day, no gettin my dick licked
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| Hangin’with the goodie-goodies loungin’in paradise
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| Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
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| All my life I been considered as the worst
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| Lyin’to my mother, even stealin’out her purse
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| Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
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| I know my mother wished she got a fuckin’abortion
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| She don’t even love me like she did when I was younger
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| Suckin’on her chest just to stop my fuckin’hunger
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| I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
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| Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
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| My babies’mothers 8 months, her little sister’s 2
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| Who’s to blame for both of them (naw nigga, not you)
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| I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit
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| Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
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| And squeeze, until the bed’s, completely red
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| I’m glad I’m dead, a worthless fuckin’buddah head
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| The stress is buildin’up, I can’t,
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| I can’t believe suicide’s on my fuckin’mind
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| I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin’callin’me
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| Naw you wouldn’t understand (nigga, talk to me please)
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| You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
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| Except when I cross over, there ain’t no comin’back
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| Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet
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| People at the funeral frontin’like they miss me My baby momma kissed me but she glad I’m gone
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| She knew me and her sista had somethin’goin’on
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| I reach my peak, I can’t speak,
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| call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak.
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| I’m sick of niggas lyin', I’m sick of bitches hawkin',
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| matter of fact, I’m sick of talkin'.
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| (BANG)
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| (hey yo big… hey yo big) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Suicidal Thoughts , by - The Notorious B.I.G.. Song from the album Ready to Die, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп