Suicidal Thoughts (Izzamuzzic Remix)

[Intro]
When I die..(B.I.G speech reversed)
That's what I was...I wasn't killing myself shit
Fuck,if I was gay,I wouldn't have to worry about nothin'
I could just lay up,and be in heaven when I die

[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G]
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) Hanging with the goodie goodies
Loungin' in paradise,fuck that shit
I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
All my life I've been considered as the worst
Lyin' to my mother,even stealing out her purse
Crime after crime,from drugs to extortion
I bet my mother wish he got a fuckin' abortion
She don't even love me like she did when I was younger
Sucking on her chest,just to stop my fuckin' hunger
I wonder if I die,would tears come to her eyes
Forgive me for my disrespect
(Forgive me) Forgive me for my lies

[Interlude]
I wasn't even like
"How am I feeling right now?I feel like killing myself"
....It wasn't like that,I was just thinking like
"Damn,stressed up in the same fucking room"

[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G]
My baby mother's 8 months,my little sister's 2
Who's to blame for both of 'em
I swear to God I wanna just 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 fucking Buddha head
The stress is building up,I can't
I can't believe suicide's on my fucking mind,I wanna leave
I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' calling me
Nah,you wouldn't understand..
You see it's kinda like what crack did to Pookie
In New Jack,except when I cross over
There ain't no coming back
Should I die on the train tracks,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
She knew me and her sister had something going on
I reached my peak,I can't speak
Call my nigga Chic,tell him that my will is weak
I'm sick of niggas lying,I'm sick of bitches hawkin'
Matter fact,I'm sick of talking

[Interlude:Bad Boy Records]
Yo whattup man,did you hear that new toot
Shit,nigga was talking 'bout how I fucked yo bitch,you know all that Shit and he was dissin' and shit
I was like "Yo,what?"then I look in the back seat
This is true talk,can't make this shit up
This mo'fucka look in the back seat and was like
"Oh shit,B.I.G!Lemme get a autograph"
Yo,nigga(Laughter)

[Outro: B.I.G&Headline News reporter]
Yeah
Uh
I like my fleak,and tell me like
I got on...

Earlier this day in Los Angeles,Wallace
Also known as Biggie Smalls was shot from a
Passing vehicle
He had been named Rap Artist of The Year at the
Billboard Awards 1995

(inhale) (exhale)
(GUNSHOT)