[Puff Daddy]
Hello? Aw shit, nigga!
What the fuck time is it, man?
Oh goddamn, nigga!
Do you know what time it is?

Aw shit, what the fuck´s goin´ on? You a´ight?
Nigga, what the fuck is wrong with you?

[The Notorious B.I.G. + (Puff Daddy)]
When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell
´Cause I´m a piece of shit, it ain´t hard to fuckin´ tell
It don´t make sense, goin´ to heaven with the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies
God´ll prob´ly have me on some real strict shit
No sleepin´ all day, no gettin´ my dick licked
Hangin´ with the goodie-goodies, loungin´ in paradise
Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
(You talkin´ some crazy shit now, nigga)
All my life I been considered as the worst

Lyin´ to my mother, even stealin´ out her purse
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wish she got a fuckin´ abortion
She don´t even love me like she did when I was younger
(Get a hold of yourself, nigga!)
Suckin´ on her chest just to stop my fuckin´ 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? (Nah, nigga, not you)
I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bullshit

Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
(Nigga, what the fuck?)
And squeeze until the bed´s completely red
(It´s too late for this shit, man)
I´m glad I´m dead, a worthless fuckin´ buddha head
The stress is buildin´ up, I can´t— I can´t believe
(Yo, I´m on my way over there, man)
Suicide´s on my fuckin´ mind, I wanna leave
I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin´ callin´ me
But nah, you wouldn´t understand
(Nigga, talk to me please, man!)
You see it´s kinda like the crack did to Pookie in New Jack
Except when I cross over, there ain´t no comin´ back

(Yo, I´ma call you when I get in the car)
Should I die on the train track like Ramo in Beat Street
People at the funeral frontin´ like they miss me
(Ayo, where your girl at, man?)
My baby mama kiss me, but she glad I´m gone
(Yo, put your girl on the phone, nigga!)
She know me and her sister had somethin´ goin´ on
I reach my peak, I can´t speak
(Ayo, you listenin´ to me, motherfucker?)
Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak (Ayo, c´mon, nigga)
I´m sick of niggas lyin´, I´m sick of bitches hawkin´
Matter of fact, I´m sick of talkin´ {BANG}
(Ayo Big! Ayo Big!)

{Heartbeat slowing}

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