Izzamuzzic - Suicidal Thoughts(Izzamuzzic Remix) lyrics

[Intro] When I die..(B.I.G speech reversed) That's what I was...I wasn't k**ing myself sh** f**,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,f** it,I wanna go to hell 'Cause I'm a piece of sh**,it ain't hard to f**ing 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 sh** No sleeping all day,no getting my dick licked (Hanging with) Hanging with the goodie goodies Loungin' in paradise,f** that sh** 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 d** to extortion I bet my mother wish he got a f**in' abortion She don't even love me like she did when I was younger s**ing on her chest,just to stop my f**in' 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 k**ing myself" ....It wasn't like that,I was just thinking like "Damn,stressed up in the same f**ing 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 bullsh** Throw the Magnum to my head threaten to pull sh** And squeeze..until the bed's,completely red I'm glad I'm dead,a worthless f**ing Buddha head The stress is building up,I can't I can't believe suicide's on my f**ing mind,I wanna leave I swear to God I feel like d**h is f**in' 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 n***a Chic,tell him that my will is weak I'm sick of n***as lying,I'm sick of b**hes hawkin' Matter fact,I'm sick of talking [Interlude:Bad Boy Records] Yo whattup man,did you hear that new toot sh**,n***a was talking 'bout how I f**ed yo b**h,you know all that sh** and he was dissin' and sh** I was like "Yo,what?"then I look in the back seat This is true talk,can't make this sh** up This mo'f**a look in the back seat and was like "Oh sh**,B.I.G!Lemme get a autograph" Yo,n***a(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 Pa**ing vehicle He had been named Rap Artist of The Year at the Billboard Awards 1995 (inhale) (exhale) (GUNSHOT)