(ring  ring) 
(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 fuckand's goinand' on? you alright? 
Aw  nigga what the fuck is wrong wit you?) 
When i die  fuck it i wanna go to hell 
Cause iand'm a piece of shit  it ainand't hard to fuckinand' tell 
It donand't make sense  goinand' 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 sleepinand' all day, no gettin my dick licked 
Hanginand' with the goodie-goodies lounginand' in paradise 
Fuck that shit, i wanna tote guns and shoot dice 
All my life i been considered as the worst 
Lyinand' to my mother, even stealinand' out her purse 
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion 
I know my mother wished she got a fuckinand' abortion 
She donand't even love me like she did when i was younger 
Suckinand' on her chest just to stop my fuckinand' hunger 
I wonder if i died, would tears come to her eyes? 
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies 
My babiesand' mothers 8 months, her little sisterand's 2 
Whoand'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 bedand's, completely red 
Iand'm glad iand'm dead, a worthless fuckinand' buddah head 
The stress is buildinand' up, i canand't, 
I canand't believe suicideand's on my fuckinand' mind 
I want to leave, i swear to god i feel like death is fuckinand' callinand' me 
Naw you wouldnand'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 ainand't no cominand' back 
Should i die on the train track, like remo in beatstreet 
People at the funeral frontinand' like they miss me 
My baby momma kissed me but she glad iand'm gone 
She knew me and her sista had somethinand' goinand' on 
I reach my peak, i canand't speak, 
Call my nigga chic, tell him that my will is weak. 
Iand'm sick of niggas lyinand', iand'm sick of bitches hawkinand', 
Matter of fact, iand'm sick of talkinand'. 
(bang) 
(hey yo big...hey yo big)