Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS). Get the embed code Notorious Big - ready to die Album and my bitch2.suicidal thoughts3.the Big Lyrics provided by I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin', Use music to help get you through, but also know you don’t have to go through this alone. She knew me and her sista had somethin' goin' onĬall my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak. If you’re struggling with suicidal thoughts right now, reach out to a loved one, or call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-80. In one, long verse, he describes how he feels unloved and expresses guilt for all the crimes hes committed, while Puff tries to talk him out of killing himself. My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New JackĮxcept when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back Naw you wouldn't understand (nigga, talk to me please) I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me I can't believe suicide's on my fuckin' mind ![]() I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddah head Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shitĪnd squeeze, until the bed's, completely red I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit Who's to blame for both of them (naw nigga, not you) My babies' mothers 8 months, her little sister's 2 I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?įorgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies Everyday Struggle: 9 Songs That Showcase The Notorious B.I.G.’s Strength And Vulnerability. and making the Lil’ Kim album, going into Life After Death, that was a new. Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger His manager, Mark Pitts, is quoted as telling MTV 'During Junior M.A.F.I.A. She don't even love me like she did when I was younger I know my mother wished she got a fuckin' abortion ![]() Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purseĬrime after crime, from drugs to extortion Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies (Youre buggin, B) Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit (Nigga, what the fuck) Nigga, talk. Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradiseįuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot diceĪll my life I been considered as the worst No sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick licked ![]() God will probably have me on some real strict shit It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit the goodie-goodiesĭressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies Nigga do you know what time it is?Īw shit, what the fuck's goin' on? You alright?Īw, nigga what the fuck is wrong wit you?)Ĭause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell
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