The Notorious B.I.G. Suicidal Thoughts Lyrics

[Intro: Puff Daddy]
Hello? Aw s___, n____. What the f___ time is it, man?
Oh g______. n____ do you know what time it is?
Aw s___, what the f___'s goin on? You alright?
Aw, n____ what the f___ is wrong wit you?

[Notorious B.I.G. (Puff Daddy)]
When I die, f___ it I wanna go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of s___, it ain't hard to f___in tell (What'chu talking 'bout, man?)
It don't make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black tims and black hoodies
God will probably have me on some real strict s___
No sleepin' all day, no gettin' my d___ licked
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise
f___ that s___, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice (Crazy s___, 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 f___in' abortion
She don't even love me like she did when I was younger (Yo, get a hold of yourself, n____)
Suckin' on her chest just to stop my f___in' hunger
I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies (I love you, B.I.G.)
My baby mother's eight months, her little sister's two
Who's to blame for both of them? (Naw n____, not you)
I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bullshit
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull s___ (f___ it, n____! f___!)
And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red (It's too late for this s___, man)
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless f___in' buddah head (Yo, I'm all the way over here, man)
The stress is buildin' up, I can't,
I can't believe suicide's on my f___in' mind
I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is f___in' callin me
Naw you wouldn't understand (n____, 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, I'll call you when I get in the car)
Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet? (Hey, yo)
People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me (Hey, where your girl at, man?)
My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone (Yo, put your girl on the phone, n____)
She know me and her sister had somethin' goin' on
I've reached my peak, I can't speak, (Hey yo, are you listening to me, m____fucka?)
Call my n____ Chic, tell him that my will is weak (Hey yo, come on, n____!)
I'm sick of n____s lyin', I'm sick of b____es hawkin',
Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'.
*bang*
(Hey yo, B.I.G....HEY YO, B.I.G.!)