X2Download.com - Notorious Big - Suicidal Thoughts (Nuck Chorris Remix) (128 kbps)

[00:22.16] When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell

[00:25.62] 'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell

[00:28.27] It don't make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies

[00:31.20] Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies

[00:33.85] God'll prob'ly have me on some real strict shit

[00:36.77] No sleepin' all day, no gettin' my dick licked

[00:39.70] Hangin' with the goodie-goodies, loungin' in paradise

[00:43.42] Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice (You talkin' some crazy shit now, nigga)

[00:45.54] All my life I been considered as the worst

[00:48.47] Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse

[00:51.12] Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion

[00:54.04] I know my mother wish she got a fuckin' abortion

[00:56.97] She don't even love me like she did when I was younger (Get a hold of yourself, nigga!)

[00:59.89] Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger

[01:02.80] I wonder, if I died, would tears come to her eyes?

[01:05.46] Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies

[01:08.39] My baby mother's eight months, her little sister's two

[01:11.04] Who's to blame for both of them? (Nah, nigga, not you)

[01:13.96] I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bullshit

[01:16.89] Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit (Nigga, what the fuck?)

[01:19.81] And squeeze until the bed's completely red (It's too late for this shit, man)

[01:24.06] I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddha head

[01:26.18] The stress is buildin' up, I can't— I can't believe (Yo, I'm on my way over there, man)

[01:28.84] Suicide's on my fuckin' mind, I wanna leave

[01:31.76] I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me

[01:34.68] But nah, you wouldn't understand (Nigga, talk to me please, man!)

[01:37.88] You see it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie in New Jack

[01:40.80] Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back (Yo, I'ma call you when I get in the car)

[01:43.71] Should I die on the train track like Ramo in Beat Street

[01:45.58] People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me (Ayo, where your girl at, man?)

[01:49.03] My baby mama kiss me, but she glad I'm gone (Yo, put your girl on the phone, nigga!)

[01:51.68] She know me and her sister had somethin' goin' on

[01:55.40] I reach my peak, I can't speak (Ayo, you listenin' to me, motherfucker?)

[01:58.06] Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak (Ayo, c'mon, nigga)

[02:01.25] I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin'

[02:04.16] Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'