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(RING, RING)
(Hello? Aw shit, nigga. What the fuck time is it, man?
Oh god damn. 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 wit 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
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
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
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
My babies` mothers 8 months, her little sister`s 2
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
And squeeze, until the bed`s, completely red
I`m glad I`m dead, a worthless fuckin` buddah head
The stress is buildin` up, I can`t,
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)
You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
Except when I cross over, there ain`t no comin` back
Should I die on the train track, like 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 peak, I can`t speak,
call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak.
I`m sick of niggas lyin`, I`m sick of bitches hawkin`,
matter of fact, I`m sick of talkin`.
(BANG)
(hey yo big...hey yo big)
Back to: NOTORIOUS BIG lyrics(Hello? Aw shit, nigga. What the fuck time is it, man?
Oh god damn. 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 wit 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
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
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
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
My babies` mothers 8 months, her little sister`s 2
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
And squeeze, until the bed`s, completely red
I`m glad I`m dead, a worthless fuckin` buddah head
The stress is buildin` up, I can`t,
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)
You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
Except when I cross over, there ain`t no comin` back
Should I die on the train track, like 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 peak, I can`t speak,
call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak.
I`m sick of niggas lyin`, I`m sick of bitches hawkin`,
matter of fact, I`m sick of talkin`.
(BANG)
(hey yo big...hey yo big)
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