The Notorious B.I.G. - Suicidal Thoughts

[00:06.86] (RING, RING)

[00:10.98] (Hello? Aw shit, nigga. What the fuck time is it, man?

[00:24.54] Oh god damn. Nigga do you know what time it is?

[00:33.04] Aw shit, what the fuck's goin' on? You alright?

[00:40.60] Aw, nigga what the fuck is wrong wit you?)

[00:43.72] 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 fuckin' tell

[00:48.60] It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit the goodie-goodies

[00:51.28] Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies

[00:51.91] God will probably have me on some real strict shit

[00:56.78] No sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick licked

[00:59.78] Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise

[01:02.84] Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice

[01:05.72] All my life I been considered as the worst

[01:08.46] Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse

[01:11.21] Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion

[01:14.15] I know my mother wished she got a fuckin' abortion

[01:16.84] She don't even love me like she did when I was younger

[01:19.71] Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger

[01:22.46] I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?

[01:25.46] Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies

[01:28.46] My babies' mothers 8 months, her little sister's 2

[01:31.21] Who's to blame for both of them (naw nigga, not you)

[01:34.09] I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit

[01:36.90] Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit

[01:39.71] And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red

[01:43.02] I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddah head

[01:45.95] The stress is buildin' up, I can't,

[01:48.33] I can't believe suicide's on my fuckin' mind

[01:51.02] I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me

[01:54.14] Naw you wouldn't understand (nigga, talk to me please)

[01:57.70] You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack

[02:00.45] Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back

[02:03.14] Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet

[02:05.89] People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me

[02:08.76] My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone

[02:11.45] She knew me and her sista had somethin' goin' on

[02:14.39] I reach my peak, I can't speak,

[02:17.07] call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak.

[02:19.76] I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin',

[02:22.95] matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'.

[02:25.45] (BANG)

[02:27.13] (hey yo big...hey yo big)