Karaoké Suicidal Thoughts The Notorious B.I.G.

Uuh

Hello

Aw shit, nigga

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 aight

Aah nigga, what the fuck is wrong with you

When I die, fuck it

I wanna go to hell

'Cos I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fuckin' tell

Oh, what you talkin' about, man

It don't make sense goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies dressed in white

I like black Timbs

Oh, man and black hoodies

God'll 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

Aw, you talkin' some crazy shit now, nigga

All my life I been considered as the worst

Lyin' to my mother even stealin' out her purse

Uh

Crime after crime from drugs to extortion

I know my mother wish she got a fuckin' abortion

She don't even love me like she did when I was younger

Yo, get a hold of yourself, nigga

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

You're buggin', B

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

Who'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 bullshit

Throw the Magnum to my head threaten to pull shit

Buggin', nigga, what the fuck

And squeeze until the bed's completely red

Yo, it's too late for this shit, man

I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' Buddha head

The stress is buildin' up

I can't, I can't believe

Ayo

I'm on my way over there, man suicide's on my fuckin' mind

I wanna leave

I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me

But nah, you wouldn't understand

Nigga, talk to me please, man

You see, it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie in New Jack

The fuck

Ayo

Except when I cross over there ain't no comin' back

Ayo, man, I'm out

I'ma call you when I get in the car

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

Ayo

Ayy, where your girl at, man

People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me

My baby mama kiss me but she glad I'm gone

Yo

Put your girl on the phone, nigga

She know me and her sister had somethin' goin' on

Ayo

I reach my peak

I can't speak you listenin' to me, motherfucker

Call my nigga Chic tell him that my will is weak

Ayo, c'mon, nigga

Cut that

I'm sick of niggas lyin'

I'm sick of bitches hawkin'

Ayo

Matter of fact

I'm sick of talkin'

Nigga, yo, yo, Big

Ayo, chill

Ayo, Big

Ayo, Big