Suicidal Thoughts (2005 Remaster) - The Notorious B.I.G..lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : Notorious B.I.G./Lord Finesse
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Notorious B.I.G./Lord Finesse
[00:06]Hello? Aw shit, n****, what the f*** time is it, man
[00:23]Oh God damn, ****** do you know what time it is?
[00:30]Aw shit, what the ****'s goin' on
[00:35]You alright?
[00:39]Aw, n**** what the **** is wrong wit you
[00:43]When I die, **** it,I wanna go to hell
[00:45]Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to ******' tel
[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 *******t
[00:56]No sleeping all day, no getting my d**k licke
[00:59]Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise
[01:03]**** that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dic
[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 ****ing abortio
[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 ****ing 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 ******, 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 bullshit
[01:40]And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red
[01:43]I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless ****ing Buddha head
[01:46]The stress is buildin' up,
[01:47]I can'tI can't believe suicide's on my ****ing mind
[01:50]I want to leave,I swear to God
[01:52]I feel like death is ****in' callin' me
[01:54]Naw you wouldn't understand(****, 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 ****in' Chic, tell him that my will is weak
[02:20]I'm sick of niggas lyin'
[02:22]I'm sick of b*****s hawkin'
[02:23]Matter of fact,
[02:24]I'm sick of talkin'
[02:25]Hey yo Big, hey yo
[02:26]Big
文本歌词
作词 : Notorious B.I.G./Lord Finesse
作曲 : Notorious B.I.G./Lord Finesse
Hello? Aw shit, n****, what the f*** time is it, man
Oh God damn, ****** do you know what time it is?
Aw shit, what the ****'s goin' on
You alright?
Aw, n**** what the **** is wrong wit you
When I die, **** it,I wanna go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to ******' tel
It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white,I like black Tims and black hoodies
God will probably have me on some real strict *******t
No sleeping all day, no getting my d**k licke
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise
**** that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dic
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 ****ing abortio
She don't even love me like she did when
I was younger suckin' on her chest just to stop my ****ing hunger
I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
My babies' mothers 8 months, her little sister's 2
Who's to blame for both of them(Naw ******, not you)
I swear to God,I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull bullshit
And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless ****ing Buddha head
The stress is buildin' up,
I can'tI can't believe suicide's on my ****ing mind
I want to leave,I swear to God
I feel like death is ****in' callin' me
Naw you wouldn't understand(****, talk to me please)
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
Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beat street
People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me
My baby momma kissed me but she glad
I'm gone she knew me and her sista had somethin' goin' on
I reach my peak,
I can't speak
Call my ****in' Chic, tell him that my will is weak
I'm sick of niggas lyin'
I'm sick of b*****s hawkin'
Matter of fact,
I'm sick of talkin'
Hey yo Big, hey yo
Big