Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Notorious BIGНазвание : Ready to DieДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : rap gangsta rap hip-hop gangsta notorious big rap gangsta rap hip-hop gangsta notorious big Видео:
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(Hello? Aw shit, nigga. What the fuck time is it, man? Oh god damn. Nigga do you know what time it is? Aw shit, what the fuck`s goin` on? You alright? Aw, nigga what the fuck is wrong wit you?) 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 wit the goodie-goodies Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies God will probably 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 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 wished she got a fuckin` abortion She don`t even love me like she did when I was younger 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 babies` mothers 8 months, her little sister`s 2 Who`s to blame for both of them (naw nigga, not you) I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit And squeeze, until the bed`s, completely red I`m glad I`m dead, a worthless fuckin` buddah head The stress is buildin` up, I can`t, I can`t believe suicide`s on my fuckin` mind I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin` callin` me Naw you wouldn`t understand (nigga, talk to me please) You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack Except when I cross over, there ain`t no comin` back Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet People at the funeral frontin` like they miss me My baby momma kissed me but she glad I`m gone She knew me and her sista had somethin` goin` on I reach my peak, I can`t speak, call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak. I`m sick of niggas lyin`, I`m sick of bitches hawkin`, matter of fact, I`m sick of talkin`. (BANG) (hey yo big...hey yo big) | Похожие исполнители:
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