Chords for Biggie Smalls-Suicidal Thoughts (Acapella)

When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fucking tell
It don't make sense going to heaven with the goody goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies
God'll probably have me on some real strict shit
No sleeping all day, no getting my dick licked
Hanging with the goody goodies, lounging in paradise
Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
All my life I've been considered as the worst
Lying to my mother, even stealing out her purse
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wish she got a fucking abortion
She don't even love me like she did when I was younger
Sucking on her chest just to stop my fucking 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?
I swear to God I wanna just slip my wrists and end this bullshit
Throw the magnum till my head threaten to pull shit
And squeeze until the bed's completely red
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fucking Buddha head
The stress is building up, I can't, I can't believe
Suicide's on my fucking mind
I wanna leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fucking calling me
But nah, you wouldn't understand
You see it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie and New Jack
Except when I cross over, it ain't no coming back
Should I die on the train track like Rainbow and Beach Street?
People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me
My baby mama kissed me but she glad I'm gone
She know me and her sister had something going on
I reached my peak, I can't speak
Call my nigga Cheek, tell him that my will is weak
I'm sick of niggas lying, I'm sick of bitches hawking
Matter of fact, I'm sick of talking _ _ _ _ _ _
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