Lyrics:

B.I.G. w/ P. Diddy :

(*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 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 (What you talkin' 'bout, man?)
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 (Uh, you talkin' that 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 wished 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 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 (Yo, it's too late for this shit, man.)
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddah head
The stress is buildin' up, I can't believe (I'm on my way over there, man.)
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, man.)

You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back (Yo, man, I'ma call you when I get in the car.)
Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet (Hey, yo...)
People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me (Hey, yo, where your girl at, man?)

My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone (Yo, put your girl on the phone, nigga.)
She knew me and her sister had somethin' goin' on (Hey, yo, are you listenin' to me motherfucker?)
I reached my peak, I can't speak
Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak (Hey, yo, come on, nigga...)

I'm sick of niggas lyin' (...cut that...)
I'm sick of bitches hawkin' (Hey, yo...yo yo, Big...Hey, yo, chill!)
Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'

(*BANG*)

(Hey yo big!?
Hey yo big!?)