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LA LETRA DE LA CANCION SUICIDAL THOUGHTS DE NOTORIOUS B I G

 

 

La letra de la cancion Suicidal Thoughts de Notorious B I G

[RING, RING]
(Hello? Aw shit, nigga. What the fuck time is it, man?
Oh god damn. Nigga do you know what time it is?
Aw shit, what the fuck s goin on? You alright?
Aw, nigga what the fuck is wrong wit you?)
When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell
Cause I m a piece of shit, it ain t hard to fuckin tell
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 shit
No sleepin all day, no gettin my dick licked
Hangin with the goodie-goodies loungin in paradise
Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
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 fuckin abortion
She don t even love me like she did when I was younger
Suckin on her chest just to stop my fuckin 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 nigga, 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 shit
And squeeze, until the bed s, completely red
I m glad I m dead, a worthless fuckin buddah head
The stress is buildin up, I can t,
I can t believe suicide s on my fuckin mind
I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin callin me
Naw you wouldn t understand (nigga, talk to me please)
You see its 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 Beatstreet
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 nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak.
I m sick of niggas lyin , I m sick of bitches hawkin ,
matter of fact, I m sick of talkin .
[BANG]
(hey yo big...hey yo big)

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