THE NOTORIOUS B.I.G., SUICIDAL THOUGHTS Letras de Canciones

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Hello? Aw shit, nigga, what the fuck time is it, man?
Oh goddamn, nigga do you know what time it is?
Aw shit, what the fuck's goin' on? You alright?
Aw, nigga what the fuck is wrong with you?

When I die, fuck it I wanna go to Hell
'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell
(What you are talkin' man?)
It don't make sense, goin' to Heaven wit the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black tims and black hoodies

God will probably have me on some real strict shit
No sleepin' all day, no gettin' my dick licked
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in Paradise
Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
(Aw, you talking some crazy shit man)

All my life I been considered as the worst
Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse
Crime after crime, from 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
(Well get a hold of yourself nigga)
Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger
I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
(What 'bout you babe)

My babies' mothers eight months, her little sister's two
Who's to blame for both of them
(Naw nigga, not you)
I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit
Throw the magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
(Aw you nigga what the fuck)
And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red
(It's too late for this shit)

I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' Buddah head
(Aiyo)
The stress is buildin' up, I can't
(I'm on my way over there man)
I can't believe suicide's on my fuckin' mind
I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me
Naw you wouldn't understand
(Nigga, talk to me please, man)

You see it's kinda like the crack did to pookie, in new jack
Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back
(Hey yo, hey yo man, yo man I'll call you when I get in the car)
Should I die on the train track, like Remo in beatstreet
(Aiyo)
People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me
(Aiyo yo where you get all that man?)
My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone
(Yo put your girl on the phone nigga)
She knew me and her sista had somethin' goin' on

(Aiyo you listen to me motherfucker)
I reach my peak, I can't speak
Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak
(Hey yo come on nigga cut that)
I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin'
(Hey yo, hey yo yo big)
Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'
(Hey yo big, hey yo big)