Suicidal Thoughts - Album Version (Explicit) 歌词
| 歌曲 | Suicidal Thoughts - Album Version (Explicit) |
| 歌手 | The Notorious B.I.G. |
| 专辑 | Ready To Die |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Notorious BIG | |
| 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' | |
| Buddha head | |
| The stress is buildin' up, | |
| I can'tI 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 it's kinda like the crack did to | |
| Pookie, in | |
| New JackExcept 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 goneShe 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' | |
| Hey yo Big, hey yo | |
| Big |
| zuo ci : Notorious BIG | |
| 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 goodiegoodies | |
| 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 goodiegoodies 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' | |
| Buddha head | |
| The stress is buildin' up, | |
| I can' tI 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 it' s kinda like the crack did to | |
| Pookie, in | |
| New JackExcept 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 goneShe 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' | |
| Hey yo Big, hey yo | |
| Big |
| zuò cí : Notorious BIG | |
| 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 goodiegoodies | |
| 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 goodiegoodies 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' | |
| Buddha head | |
| The stress is buildin' up, | |
| I can' tI 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 it' s kinda like the crack did to | |
| Pookie, in | |
| New JackExcept 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 goneShe 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' | |
| Hey yo Big, hey yo | |
| Big |
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