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	Current version of The Notorious B.I.G. Lyrics Suicidal Thoughts (http://www.mp3lyrics.org/n/notorious-big/suicidal-thoughts/) Current version of the lyrics						Version 1 of The Notorious B.I.G. Lyrics Suicidal Thoughts (http://www.mp3lyrics.org/n/notorious-big/suicidal-thoughts/v...) Version 1 of the lyrics
1	Hello? Aw shit, nigga, what the fuck time is it, man?						(feat. Bob Marley)	1
1	Oh goddamn, nigga do you know what time it is?							1
2	Aw shit, what the fuck's goin' on? You alright?							2
3	Aw, nigga what the fuck is wrong with you?							3
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5	When I die, fuck it I wanna go to Hell							5
6	'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell							6
7	(What you are talkin' man?)							7
8	It don't make sense, goin' to Heaven wit the goodie-goodies							8
9	Dressed in white, I like black tims and black hoodies							9
1							[Chorus: Bob Marley - sample from "Johnny Was"]	1
2							Woman hold her head and cry	2
3							Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died	3
4								4
5							Woman hold her head and cry	5
6							Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died	6
7								7
8							[Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.]	8
9							When I die, fuck it I wanna go to (hell)	9
10							Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell	10
11							It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit' the goodie-goodies	11
12							Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies	12
	God will probably have me on some real strict shit						God will probably have me on some real strict shit
2	No sleepin' all day, no gettin' my dick licked						No sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick licked	2
3	Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in Paradise						Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise	3
	Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice						Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
10	(Aw, you talking some crazy shit man)							10
11								11
	All my life I been considered as the worst						All my life I been considered as the worst
	Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse						Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse
	Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion						Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
	I know my mother wished she got a fuckin' abortion						I know my mother wished she got a fuckin' abortion
4	She don't even love me like she did when I was younger						[Chorus: Bob Marley]	4
5	(Well get a hold of yourself nigga)						Woman         hold her head and cry	5
6	Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger						Cause     her son had been shot down in the street and died	6
12	I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes							12
7	Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies						[Verse 2: Notorious B.I.G.]	7
8	(What 'bout you babe)						I swear to God I just want to (slit) my	8
9							wrists and end this bullshit	9
10	My babies' mothers eight months, her little sister's two						Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit	10
13	Who's to blame for both of them							13
14	(Naw nigga, not you)							14
15	I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit							15
16	Throw the magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit							16
17	(Aw you nigga what the fuck)							17
	And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red						And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red
11	(It's too late for this shit)						I'm glad I'm (dead), a worthless fuckin' buddah head	11
12							The stress is buildin' up, I can't,	12
13	I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' Buddah head						I can't believe (suicide's) on my fuckin' mind	13
14	(Aiyo)						I want to leave, I swear to God I feel	14
15	The stress is buildin' up, I can't						like death is fuckin' callin' me	15
18	(I'm on my way over there man)							18
19	I can't believe suicide's on my fuckin' mind							19
20	I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me							20
	Naw you wouldn't understand						Naw you wouldn't understand
16	(Nigga, talk                                    to me please, man)						You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack	16
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22	You see it's kinda like the crack did to pookie, in new jack							22
	Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back						Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back
17	(Hey yo, hey yo man, yo man I'll call you when I get in the car)						Should                                                     I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet	17
23	Should I die on the train track, like Remo in beatstreet							23
24	(Aiyo)							24
	People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me						People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me
25	(Aiyo yo where you get all that man?)							25
	My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone						My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone
18	(Yo put your girl on the phone nigga)						She knew me and her sister had somethin' goin' on	18
19	She knew me and                                her sista had somethin' goin' on						I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?	19
13							Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies	13
20	(Aiyo you listen to me motherfucker)						[Chorus: Bob Marley]	20
21	I reach my peak, I can't speak						Woman hold her head and cry	21
22	Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak						Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died	22
26	(Hey yo come on nigga cut that)							26
23	I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin'						[Verse 3: Notorious B.I.G.]	23
24	(Hey yo, hey yo yo big)						I reach my peak, I can't speak,	24
25	Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'						call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak	25
	(Hey yo big, hey yo big)						I'm sick of niggaz lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin'
14							Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin' [echoes]	14

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