Prince Charles Alexander - Suicidal Thoughts lyrics

[Intro: Puff Daddy] Hello, aw sh** n***a, what the f** time is it man? Oh goddamn, n***a do you know what time it is? Aw sh**, what the f**'s going on? You a'ight? n***a what the f** is wrong with you? [Verse: The Notorious B.I.G. (Puff Daddy)] 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 the goodie-goodies lounging in paradise f** that sh**, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice (You talking some crazy sh** now, n***a) All my life I been considered as the worst Lying to my mother, even stealing out her purse Crime after crime, from d** to extortion I know my mother wish she got a f**ing abortion She don't even love me like she did when I was younger (Get a hold of yourself n***a) s**ing on her chest just to stop my f**ing hunger I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies My baby mother's eight months, her little sister's two Who's to blame for both of them (Nah n***a, not you) I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bullsh** Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull sh**(n***a what the f**) And squeeze, until the bed's completely red (It's too late for this sh** man) I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless f**ing buddha head The stress is building up, I can't (Yo, I'm on my way over there man) 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**ing calling me But nah, you wouldn't understand (n***a talk to me please, man) You see it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack Except when I cross over, there ain't no coming back(Yo, I'ma call you when I get in the car) Should I die on the train track, like Ramo in Beat Street People at the funeral fronting like they miss me (Ayo where your girl at, man?) My baby momma kiss me but she glad I'm gone (Yo, put your girl on the phone, n***a) She know me and her sister had some'n going on I reach my peak, I can't speak (Ayo, you listening to me motherf**er?) Call my n***a Chic, tell him that my will is weak (Ayo c'mon n***a) I'm sick of n***as lying, I'm sick of b**hes hawkin' Matter of fact, I'm sick of talking (BANG) (Ayo Big, ayo Big) [Outro] (Heartbeat slowing) Please hang up, and try your call again Please hang up—is a recording