Chords for The Notorious B.I.G. - Suicidal Thoughts (Izzamuzzic Remix)

[E] _ [G] _ _ [Em] _ _ [F#] _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ [E] When I die, when I [Em] die, I'mma go to _ _ [F#] _ _ [E] _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ [G] hell.
[Em] I'm a piece of shit, it [Bm] ain't hard to fucking tell.
[E] It don't make sense going [G] to heaven with the goody [C] goodies dressed in white.
I [F#] like black titties and black [E] hoodies.
God'll probably have me [G] on some real strict shit.
[Em] No sleeping all day, [Bm] no getting my dick lick.
[E] Hanging with the goody [Em] goodies, lounging in [C] paradise.
Fuck that shit, I [F#] wanna talk guns and shoot [Em] dice.
All my life I've been considered as the worst.
Lying to my mother, [Bm] even stealing out of purse.
[E] Crime after crime, [G] from drugs to extortion.
[C] I know my mother, well she got a fucking abortion.
She don't even love me like she did when I was younger.
Fucking on her chest just to stop my fucking hunger.
[Em] I wonder if I died, will tears come to her eyes?
Forgive me for my [Bm] disrespect, forgive me [Em] for my lies.
I wasn't really looking at it like, well how am I feeling right now?
[F#] I feel like I killed myself, I'm worried [Em] a lot about it.
It wasn't [G] like that, I was just thinking like, damn, [C] I remember like being stretched out in [F#] the same fucking room.
[E] My baby mother's eight [C] months, her little sister's two.
Who's to blame for both of them?
[F#] I [Em] swear to God I wanna just slip my wrist in this bullshit.
Throw the magnum, [Bm] till my head's in the pool shit.
And squeeze [G] until the bed's completely red.
[Em] I'm glad [Bm] I'm dead, I [F#] want this fucking [E] Buddha head.
The stress is [G] building up, I can't, I can't believe [C] [F#] suicide's on my fucking mind.
I [C] wanna leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fucking calling me.
But nah, you wouldn't [F#] understand.
[B] You see it's kinda [Em] like the crack did to Pookie and New Jack.
Except [B] when I cross over, it ain't no [E] coming back.
Should I die [C] on the train track like Rainbow and Beach Street?
People at the funerals frontin' [E] like they miss me.
My baby [Em] mama kissed me, but she glad I'm gone.
She know me [Bm] and her sister had something [Em] going on.
I reached my [C] peak, I can't speak.
Call my nigga Cheek, tell him that [E] my will is weak.
I'm sick [Em] of niggas lying, I'm sick of bitches talking.
Matter of [B] fact, I'm sick of [Em] talking.
Yo, what up man?
Hey yo, did you hear [B] that new 2 shit?
[Em] Niggas talking about how I fucked your bitch and all that shit.
Yeah man, you was dissing the shit for big.
[F#] I was like, oh word?
I was [Em] like, look at the backseat.
This is too tough, can't make this shit up.
[Bm] This motherfucker looking at the [Em] backseat.
He like, oh [G] shit, big, let me get an autograph.
_ Yo nigga, yo. _
[E] _ [Em] Yeah.
_ _ [Bm] _ _ [E] _
_ [Em] _ Ow.
_ [Bm] Oh.
[E] _
_ [C] _ _ Alright, Papa, you gotta tell me like, [Em]
I got off.
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[C] Early today as he left a party in Los Angeles,
[D#m] Wallace, also known [E] as Biggie Smalls, was [G] shot from a passing vehicle.
[C] He had been named Rap [Bm] Artist of the Year at the Billboard [E] Awards in [C] 1995. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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