Chords for Notorious Big - Suicidal Thoughts (Nuck Chorris Remix)

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When I die, fuck [Gb] it, I wanna go to [F] hell
Cause I'm a [E] piece of shit, it ain't hard to fucking [Gb] tell
It don't make sense going to heaven with the goody [G] goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies
God'll probably have me [Gb] on some real strict shit
[F] No sleeping all day, [B] no getting my dick licked
[Eb] Hanging with the goody [Dm] goodies, lounging in [G] paradise
Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
All my life [Gbm] I've been considered as the worst
[F] Lying [Ab] to my mother, even stealing out her purse
Crime after crime, from drugs to [Gm] extortion
I know my mother, when she got a [G] fucking abortion
She don't even love me [Gbm] like she did when I was younger
[Fm] Stuck it on her chest [B] just to stop my fucking [Eb] hunger
I wonder if I [Ab] died when tears come to her [G] eyes
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me [Gm] for my lies
My baby mother's eight [Ab] months, her little sister's two
Who's to blame for both of them? _
I swear to God I wanna just slip my wrist and end this [G] bullshit
Throw the magnum, till my head's threatening to pull shit
And squeeze [Ab] until the bed's [G] completely red
I'm glad I'm dead, I'm worthless [C] 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 [Gb] I feel like death is fucking [Bb] calling me
But nah, you [E] wouldn't understand
[Eb] You see it's [D] kinda like the crack did the [G] pookie
In New Jack, except [E] when I cross over, there ain't no coming back
Should I [Gb] die on the train track like [C] Rainbow in Beach Street?
People at the funeral [N] frontin' like they miss me
My baby mama kissed me but she [G] glad I'm gone
She know me and her sister had something going on
I reached my peak, [N] I can't speak
Call my nigga Cheek, tell him that my will is weak
I'm sick of niggas [G] lying, I'm sick of bitches hawking
Matter of fact, I'm sick of talking _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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