Suicidal Thoughts
[Intro: Puff Daddy]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 going on?You a'ight? Nigga what the fuck is wrong with you?
[Verse: The Notorious B.I.G. (Puff Daddy)]When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hellCause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fucking tellIt don't make sense, going to heaven with the goodie-goodiesDressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodiesGod'll prolly have me on some real strict shitNo sleeping all day, no getting my dick lickedHanging with the goodie-goodies lounging in paradiseFuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice(You talking some crazy shit now, nigga)All my life I been considered as the worstLying to my mother, even stealing out her purseCrime after crime, from drugs to extortionI know my mother wish she got a fucking abortionShe don't even love me like she did when I was younger (Get a hold of yourself nigga)Sucking on her chest just to stop my fucking hungerI wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyesForgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my liesMy baby mother's eight months, her little sister's twoWho's to blame for both of them (Nah nigga, not you)I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bullshitThrow the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit(Nigga what the fuck)And squeeze, until the bed's completely red(It's too late for this shit man)I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fucking buddha headThe stress is building up, I can't (Yo, I'm on my way over there man)I can't believe suicide's on my fucking mind, I wanna leaveI swear to God I feel like death is fucking calling meBut nah, you wouldn't understand(Nigga talk to me please, man)You see it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New JackExcept when I cross over, there ain't no coming back(Yo, I'ma call you when I get in the car)Should I die on the train track, like Ramo in Beat StreetPeople at the funeral fronting like they miss me (Ayo where your girl at, man?)My baby momma kiss me but she glad I'm gone (Yo, put your girl on the phone, nigga)She know me and her sister had some'n going onI reach my peak, I can't speak (Ayo, you listening to me motherfucker?)Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak (Ayo c'mon nigga)I'm sick of niggas lying, I'm sick of bitches hawkin'Matter of fact, I'm sick of talking (BANG)(Ayo Big, ayo Big)
[Outro](Heartbeat slowing)Please hang up, and try your call againPlease hang up—is a recording