Ready to Die

(RING, RING)<br><br>(Hello? Aw shit, nigga. What the fuck time is it, man?<br>Oh god damn. Nigga do you know what time it is?<br>Aw shit, what the fuck`s goin` on? You alright?<br>Aw, nigga what the fuck is wrong wit you?)<br><br>When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell<br>Cause I`m a piece of shit, it ain`t hard to fuckin` tell<br>It don`t make sense, goin` to heaven wit the goodie-goodies<br>Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies<br>God will probably have me on some real strict shit<br>No sleepin` all day, no gettin my dick licked<br>Hangin` with the goodie-goodies loungin` in paradise<br>Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice<br>All my life I been considered as the worst<br>Lyin` to my mother, even stealin` out her purse<br>Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion<br>I know my mother wished she got a fuckin` abortion<br>She don`t even love me like she did when I was younger<br>Suckin` on her chest just to stop my fuckin` hunger<br>I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?<br>Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies<br>My babies` mothers 8 months, her little sister`s 2<br>Who`s to blame for both of them (naw nigga, not you)<br>I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit<br>Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit<br>And squeeze, until the bed`s, completely red<br>I`m glad I`m dead, a worthless fuckin` buddah head<br>The stress is buildin` up, I can`t,<br>I can`t believe suicide`s on my fuckin` mind<br>I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin` callin` me<br>Naw you wouldn`t understand (nigga, talk to me please)<br>You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack<br>Except when I cross over, there ain`t no comin` back<br>Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet<br>People at the funeral frontin` like they miss me<br>My baby momma kissed me but she glad I`m gone<br>She knew me and her sista had somethin` goin` on<br>I reach my peak, I can`t speak,<br>call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak.<br>I`m sick of niggas lyin`, I`m sick of bitches hawkin`,<br>matter of fact, I`m sick of talkin`.<br>(BANG)<br>(hey yo big...hey yo big)