Chords for Notorious B.I.G - I Wanna Go To Hell (Da Godfatha' Edit)

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[F#m] When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell, cuz I'm [Bm] a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin'
[F#m] tell.
It don't make sense going to heaven with the goodie goodies, dressed [Bm] in white, I like black
Timbs and black [F#m] hoodies.
God'll probably have me on some real strict shit.
No [Bm] sleepin' all day, no gettin' my dick licked.
[F#m] Hanging with the goodie goodies, lounging in paradise, fuck [C#m] that shit, I wanna tote
guns and shoot dice.
All [F#m] my life I've been considered as the worst, lying [Bm] to my mother, even stealing out her [F#m] purse.
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion, I know [Bm] my mother, well she got a fuckin' [F#m] abortion.
She don't even love me like she did when I was younger, [Bm] sucking on her chest just to
stop my fuckin' [F#m] hunger.
I wonder if I died with tears come to her eyes, forgive [C#m] me for my disrespect, forgive me for
my lies.
My [F#m] baby mother's eight months, my little sister's two, who's to blame [Bm] for both of them?
_ [F#m] I swear to God I wanna just slit my wrists and end this bullshit, throw [Bm] the magnet, turn
my head, threaten the [F#m] bullshit, and scream until the bed is completely [Bm] red.
I'm glad I'm dead, I worked this [C#] fuckin' Buddha [F#m] head.
The stress is building up, I can't, I can't [C#m] believe suicide's on my fuckin' mind.
I wanna [F#m] leave, I swear to God, I feel like death is fuckin' calling me.
[Bm] But nah, you wouldn't understand.
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[F#m] You see, it's kinda like the cat did to Pookie and [Bm] New Jack, except when I cross over, there
[F#m] ain't no coming back.
Swing my bar on the train track like Ramo and [Bm] Street, people at the funerals [C#m] fronting like
they miss [F#m] me.
My baby mama kissed me, but she glad I'm gone, [C#m] she know me and her sister had something going [F#m] on.
I reach my peak, I can't [Bm] speak, call my nigga Cheek, tell him that [C#] my will is [F#m] weak.
I'm sick of niggas lying, I'm sick of bitches [Bm] hawking, matter of fact, I'm sick of [F#m] talking.
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