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[RING, RING]<br><br>(Hello? Aw shit, nigga. What the fuck time is it, man?<br>Oh god damn. Nigga do you know what time it is?<br>Aw shit, what the fuck´s goin´ on? You alright?<br>Aw, nigga what the fuck is wrong wit you?)<br><br>When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell<br>Cause I´m a piece of shit, it ain´t hard to fuckin´ tell<br>It don´t make sense, goin´ to heaven wit the goodie-goodies<br>Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies<br>God will probably have me on some real strict shit<br>No sleepin´ all day, no gettin my dick licked<br>Hangin´ with the goodie-goodies loungin´ in paradise<br>Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice<br>All my life I been considered as the worst<br>Lyin´ to my mother, even stealin´ out her purse<br>Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion<br>I know my mother wished she got a fuckin´ abortion<br>She don´t even love me like she did when I was younger<br>Suckin´ on her chest just to stop my fuckin´ hunger<br>I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?<br>Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies<br>My babies´ mothers 8 months, her little sister´s 2<br>Who´s to blame for both of them (naw nigga, not you)<br>I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit<br>Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit<br>And squeeze, until the bed´s, completely red<br>I´m glad I´m dead, a worthless fuckin´ buddah head<br>The stress is buildin´ up, I can´t,<br>I can´t believe suicide´s on my fuckin´ mind<br>I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin´ callin´ me<br>Naw you wouldn´t understand (nigga, talk to me please)<br>You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack<br>Except when I cross over, there ain´t no comin´ back<br>Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet<br>People at the funeral frontin´ like they miss me<br>My baby momma kissed me but she glad I´m gone<br>She knew me and her sista had somethin´ goin´ on<br>I reach my peak, I can´t speak,<br>call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak.<br>I´m sick of niggas lyin´, I´m sick of bitches hawkin´,<br>matter of fact, I´m sick of talkin´.<br>[BANG]<br>(hey yo big...hey yo big)
New song lyrics
[RING, RING]<br><br>(Hello? Aw shit, nigga. What the fuck time is it, man?<br>Oh god damn. Nigga do you know what time it is?<br>Aw shit, what the fuck´s goin´ on? You alright?<br>Aw, nigga what the fuck is wrong wit you?)<br><br>When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell<br>Cause I´m a piece of shit, it ain´t hard to fuckin´ tell<br>It don´t make sense, goin´ to heaven wit the goodie-goodies<br>Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies<br>God will probably have me on some real strict shit<br>No sleepin´ all day, no gettin my dick licked<br>Hangin´ with the goodie-goodies loungin´ in paradise<br>Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice<br>All my life I been considered as the worst<br>Lyin´ to my mother, even stealin´ out her purse<br>Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion<br>I know my mother wished she got a fuckin´ abortion<br>She don´t even love me like she did when I was younger<br>Suckin´ on her chest just to stop my fuckin´ hunger<br>I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?<br>Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies<br>My babies´ mothers 8 months, her little sister´s 2<br>Who´s to blame for both of them (naw nigga, not you)<br>I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit<br>Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit<br>And squeeze, until the bed´s, completely red<br>I´m glad I´m dead, a worthless fuckin´ buddah head<br>The stress is buildin´ up, I can´t,<br>I can´t believe suicide´s on my fuckin´ mind<br>I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin´ callin´ me<br>Naw you wouldn´t understand (nigga, talk to me please)<br>You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack<br>Except when I cross over, there ain´t no comin´ back<br>Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet<br>People at the funeral frontin´ like they miss me<br>My baby momma kissed me but she glad I´m gone<br>She knew me and her sista had somethin´ goin´ on<br>I reach my peak, I can´t speak,<br>call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak.<br>I´m sick of niggas lyin´, I´m sick of bitches hawkin´,<br>matter of fact, I´m sick of talkin´.<br>[BANG]<br>(hey yo big...hey yo big)
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