Suicidal Thoughts (Album Version)

Song Suicidal Thoughts (Album Version)
Artist The Notorious B.I.G.
Album Ready To Die The Remaster

Lyrics

[00:06] Hello? Aw shit, nigga, what the fuck time is it, man?
[00:23] Oh God damn, nigga do you know what time it is?
[00:30] Aw shit, what the fuck's goin' on?
[00:35] You alright?
[00:39] Aw, nigga what the fuck is wrong wit you?
[00:43] When I die, fuck it,I wanna go to hell'
[00:45] Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell
[00:48] It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit the goodie-goodies
[00:51] Dressed in white,I like black Tims and black hoodies
[00:54] God will probably have me on some real strict shit
[00:56] No sleepin' all day, no gettin' my dick licked
[00:59] Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise
[01:03] Fuck that shit,I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
[01:04] All my life
[01:06] I been considered as the worst
[01:08] Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse
[01:11] Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
[01:14] I know my mother wished she got a fuckin' abortion
[01:17] She don't even love me like she did when
[01:20] I was younger suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger
[01:23] I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
[01:25] Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
[01:28] My babies' mothers 8 months, her little sister's 2
[01:31] Who's to blame for both of them(Naw nigga, not you)
[01:34] I swear to God,I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit
[01:37] Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
[01:40] And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red
[01:43] I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' Buddha head
[01:46] The stress is buildin' up,
[01:47] I can'tI can't believe suicide's on my fuckin' mind
[01:50] I want to leave,I swear to God
[01:52] I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me
[01:54] Naw you wouldn't understand(Nigga, talk to me please)
[01:57] You see it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie in New Jack
[02:00] Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back
[02:03] Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beat street
[02:06] People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me
[02:08] My baby momma kissed me but she glad
[02:11] I'm gone she knew me and her sista had somethin' goin' on
[02:14] I reach my peak,
[02:16] I can't speak
[02:17] Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak
[02:20] I'm sick of niggas lyin',
[02:22] I'm sick of bitches hawkin'
[02:23] Matter of fact,
[02:24] I'm sick of talkin'
[02:25] Hey yo Big, hey yo
[02:26] Big

Pinyin

[00:06] Hello? Aw shit, nigga, what the fuck time is it, man?
[00:23] Oh God damn, nigga do you know what time it is?
[00:30] Aw shit, what the fuck' s goin' on?
[00:35] You alright?
[00:39] Aw, nigga what the fuck is wrong wit you?
[00:43] When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell'
[00:45] Cause I' m a piece of shit, it ain' t hard to fuckin' tell
[00:48] It don' t make sense, goin' to heaven wit the goodiegoodies
[00:51] Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies
[00:54] God will probably have me on some real strict shit
[00:56] No sleepin' all day, no gettin' my dick licked
[00:59] Hangin' with the goodiegoodies loungin' in paradise
[01:03] Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
[01:04] All my life
[01:06] I been considered as the worst
[01:08] Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse
[01:11] Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
[01:14] I know my mother wished she got a fuckin' abortion
[01:17] She don' t even love me like she did when
[01:20] I was younger suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger
[01:23] I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
[01:25] Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
[01:28] My babies' mothers 8 months, her little sister' s 2
[01:31] Who' s to blame for both of them Naw nigga, not you
[01:34] I swear to God, I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit
[01:37] Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
[01:40] And squeeze, until the bed' s, completely red
[01:43] I' m glad I' m dead, a worthless fuckin' Buddha head
[01:46] The stress is buildin' up,
[01:47] I can' tI can' t believe suicide' s on my fuckin' mind
[01:50] I want to leave, I swear to God
[01:52] I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me
[01:54] Naw you wouldn' t understand Nigga, talk to me please
[01:57] You see it' s kinda like the crack did to Pookie in New Jack
[02:00] Except when I cross over, there ain' t no comin' back
[02:03] Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beat street
[02:06] People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me
[02:08] My baby momma kissed me but she glad
[02:11] I' m gone she knew me and her sista had somethin' goin' on
[02:14] I reach my peak,
[02:16] I can' t speak
[02:17] Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak
[02:20] I' m sick of niggas lyin',
[02:22] I' m sick of bitches hawkin'
[02:23] Matter of fact,
[02:24] I' m sick of talkin'
[02:25] Hey yo Big, hey yo
[02:26] Big