Suicidal Thoughts Lyrics - Ready To Die - Notorious B.i.g.

Hello, aw shit nigga, what the fuck time is it 

Oh goddamn, nigga do you know what time it is 

Aw shit, what the fuck is going on 

You alright, 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 fucking tell 

It don't make sense, going to heaven with the goodie-goodies 

Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies 

God'll prolly have me on some real strict shit 

No sleeping all day, no getting my dick licked 

Hanging with the goodie-goodies lounging in paradise 

Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice 

(You talking some crazy shit now, nigga) 

All my life I been considered as the worst 

Lying to my mother, even stealing out her purse 

Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion 

I know my mother wished she got a fucking abortion 

She 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 hunger 

I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes 

Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies 

My baby mother's eight months, her little sister's two 

Who's to blame for both of them 

(Naw nigga, 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 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 head 

The 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 leave 

I swear to God I feel like death is fucking calling 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 coming back 

(Yo, I'mma call you when I get in the car) 

Should I die on the train track, like Ramo in Beat Street 

People at the funeral fronting like they miss me 

My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone 

(Put your girl on the phone, nigga) 

She knew me and her sister had something going on 

I reach my peak, I can't speak 

(Yo, you listening to me motherfucker) 

Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak 

(Eyo 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 

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