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[Intro: Puff Daddy] |
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Hello, aw shit nigga, what the fuck time is it |
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Oh goddamn, nigga do you know what time it is |
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Aw shit, what the fuck is going on |
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You alright, nigga what the fuck is wrong with you |
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[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] |
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When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell |
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Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fucking tell |
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It don't make sense, going to heaven with the goodie-goodies |
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Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies |
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God'll prolly have me on some real strict shit |
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No sleeping all day, no getting my dick licked |
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Hanging with the goodie-goodies lounging in paradise |
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Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice |
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(You talking some crazy shit now, nigga) |
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All my life I been considered as the worst |
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Lying to my mother, even stealing out her purse |
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Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion |
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I know my mother wished she got a fucking abortion |
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She don't even love me like she did when I was younger |
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(Get a hold of yourself nigga) |
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Sucking on her chest just to stop my fucking hunger |
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I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes |
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Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies |
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My baby mother's eight months, her little sister's two |
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Who's to blame for both of them |
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(Naw nigga, not you) |
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I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bullshit |
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Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit |
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(Nigga what the fuck) |
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And squeeze, until the bed's completely red |
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(It's too late for this shit man) |
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I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fucking buddha head |
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The stress is building up, I can't |
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(Yo, I'm on my way over there man) |
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I can't believe suicide's on my fucking mind, I wanna leave |
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I swear to God I feel like death is fucking calling me |
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Naw you wouldn't understand |
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(Nigga talk to me please, man) |
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You see it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack |
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Except when I cross over, there ain't no coming back |
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(Yo, I'mma call you when I get in the car) |
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Should I die on the train track, like Ramo in Beat Street |
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People at the funeral fronting like they miss me |
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My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone |
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(Put your girl on the phone, nigga) |
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She knew me and her sister had something going on |
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I reach my peak, I can't speak |
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(Yo, you listening to me motherfucker) |
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Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak |
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(Eyo c'mon nigga) |
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I'm sick of niggas lying, I'm sick of bitches hawkin' |
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Matter of fact, I'm sick of talking |
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(BANG) |
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[Puff Daddy] |
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Ayo Big, ayo Big |
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[Outro] |
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*Heartbeat slowing* |
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Please hang up, and try your call again |
