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You alright?\nAw, nigga what the fuck is wrong with you?)\n\nWhen I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell\n'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell\n(what you're talking about man?)\nIt don't make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies\nDressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies\n\nGod'll probably have me on some real strict shit\nNo sleepin' all day, no getting my dick licked\nHangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise\nFuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice\n(you're talking some crazy shit now nigga)\n\nAll my life I been considered as the worst\nLyin' to my mother, even stealin' out of her purse\nCrime after crime, from drugs to extortion\nI know my mother wish she got a fuckin' abortion\n\nShe don't even love me like she did when I was younger\n(get a hold of yourself nigga)\nSuckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger\nI wonder if I died,\nWould tears come to her eyes?\nForgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies\n\nMy baby mother's 8 months, her little sister's 2\nWho's to blame for both of them\n(no nigga, not you)\n\nI swear to God I wanna just slit my wrists and end this bullshit\nThrow the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit\n(OK nigga what the fuck)\nAnd squeeze, until the bed's completely red\n(it is too late for this shit man)\nI'm glad I'm dead,\nA worthless fuckin' Buddha head\n(wait a minute...)\n\nThe stress is buildin' up, I can't,\n(Yo, I'm on my way over there, man)\nI can't believe suicide's on my fuckin' mind\nI wanna leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me\nBut no you wouldn't understand\n(nigga, talk to me please, man)\n\nYou see it's kinda like the crack\ndid to Pookie (the fuck), in New Jack\nExcept when I cross over\n(ayo man, ayo man)\nThere ain't no comin' back\n(I'm how I'mma call when I got the car),\nShould I die on the train track, like Ramo in Beat Street\n\nPeople at the funeral frontin' like they miss me\n(yo where your girl at man?)\nMy baby mama kiss me\nBut she glad I'm gone\n(yo put your girl on the phone nigga)\nShe know me and her sister had somethin' goin' on\n\nI reach my peak,\n(Ayo, you listening to me, motherfucker?)\nI can't speak,\nCall my nigga Chic,\nTell him that my will is weak.\n(ayo come on nigga)\nI'm sick of niggas lyin',\n(cut that...)\nI'm sick of bitches hawkin',\n(hey yo...)\nMatter of fact,\n(I don't yo, yo BIG)\nI'm sick of talkin'.\n(hey yo chill)\n\n(hey yo BIG, hey yo BIG)\n\n(Please hang up and try your call again)\n(Please hang up—is a recording)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Notorious B.I.G. - Suicidal Thoughts (Official Audio)\n  artist: The Notorious B.I.G.\n  album: The Notorious B.I.G. - Suicidal Thoughts (Official Audio)\n  duration_ms: 171000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Hello? Aw shit, nigga. What the fuck time is it, man?\n  Oh god damn. Nigga do you know what time it is?\n  Aw shit, what the fuck's goin' on? You alright?\n  Aw, nigga what the fuck is wrong with you?)\n\n  When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell\n  'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell\n  (what you're talking about man?)\n  It don't make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies\n  Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies\n\n  God'll probably have me on some real strict shit\n  No sleepin' all day, no getting my dick licked\n  Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise\n  Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice\n  (you're talking some crazy shit now nigga)\n\n  All my life I been considered as the worst\n  Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out of her purse\n  Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion\n  I know my mother wish she got a fuckin' abortion\n\n  She don't even love me like she did when I was younger\n  (get a hold of yourself nigga)\n  Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger\n  I wonder if I died,\n  Would tears come to her eyes?\n  Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies\n\n  My baby mother's 8 months, her little sister's 2\n  Who's to blame for both of them\n  (no nigga, not you)\n\n  I swear to God I wanna just slit my wrists and end this bullshit\n  Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit\n  (OK nigga what the fuck)\n  And squeeze, until the bed's completely red\n  (it is too late for this shit man)\n  I'm glad I'm dead,\n  A worthless fuckin' Buddha head\n  (wait a minute...)\n\n  The stress is buildin' up, I can't,\n  (Yo, I'm on my way over there, man)\n  I can't believe suicide's on my fuckin' mind\n  I wanna leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me\n  But no you wouldn't understand\n  (nigga, talk to me please, man)\n\n  You see it's kinda like the crack\n  did to Pookie (the fuck), in New Jack\n  Except when I cross over\n  (ayo man, ayo man)\n  There ain't no comin' back\n  (I'm how I'mma call when I got the car),\n  Should I die on the train track, like Ramo in Beat Street\n\n  People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me\n  (yo where your girl at man?)\n  My baby mama kiss me\n  But she glad I'm gone\n  (yo put your girl on the phone nigga)\n  She know me and her sister had somethin' goin' on\n\n  I reach my peak,\n  (Ayo, you listening to me, motherfucker?)\n  I can't speak,\n  Call my nigga Chic,\n  Tell him that my will is weak.\n  (ayo come on nigga)\n  I'm sick of niggas lyin',\n  (cut that...)\n  I'm sick of bitches hawkin',\n  (hey yo...)\n  Matter of fact,\n  (I don't yo, yo BIG)\n  I'm sick of talkin'.\n  (hey yo chill)\n\n  (hey yo BIG, hey yo BIG)\n\n  (Please hang up and try your call again)\n  (Please hang up—is a recording)\n"},{"id":14747544,"name":"The Notorious B.I.G. - Suicidal Thoughts (Official Audio)","trackName":"The Notorious B.I.G. - Suicidal Thoughts (Official Audio)","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"The Notorious B.I.G. 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You alright?\nAw, nigga what the fuck is wrong with you?)\n\nWhen I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell\n'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell\n(what you're talking about man?)\nIt don't make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies\nDressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies\n\nGod'll probably have me on some real strict shit\nNo sleepin' all day, no getting my dick licked\nHangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise\nFuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice\n(you're talking some crazy shit now nigga)\n\nAll my life I been considered as the worst\nLyin' to my mother, even stealin' out of her purse\nCrime after crime, from drugs to extortion\nI know my mother wish she got a fuckin' abortion\n\nShe don't even love me like she did when I was younger\n(get a hold of yourself nigga)\nSuckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger\nI wonder if I died,\nWould tears come to her eyes?\nForgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies\n\nMy baby mother's 8 months, her little sister's 2\nWho's to blame for both of them\n(no nigga, not you)\n\nI swear to God I wanna just slit my wrists and end this bullshit\nThrow the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit\n(OK nigga what the fuck)\nAnd squeeze, until the bed's completely red\n(it is too late for this shit man)\nI'm glad I'm dead,\nA worthless fuckin' Buddha head\n(wait a minute...)\n\nThe stress is buildin' up, I can't,\n(Yo, I'm on my way over there, man)\nI can't believe suicide's on my fuckin' mind\nI wanna leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me\nBut no you wouldn't understand\n(nigga, talk to me please, man)\n\nYou see it's kinda like the crack\ndid to Pookie (the fuck), in New Jack\nExcept when I cross over\n(ayo man, ayo man)\nThere ain't no comin' back\n(I'm how I'mma call when I got the car),\nShould I die on the train track, like Ramo in Beat Street\n\nPeople at the funeral frontin' like they miss me\n(yo where your girl at man?)\nMy baby mama kiss me\nBut she glad I'm gone\n(yo put your girl on the phone nigga)\nShe know me and her sister had somethin' goin' on\n\nI reach my peak,\n(Ayo, you listening to me, motherfucker?)\nI can't speak,\nCall my nigga Chic,\nTell him that my will is weak.\n(ayo come on nigga)\nI'm sick of niggas lyin',\n(cut that...)\nI'm sick of bitches hawkin',\n(hey yo...)\nMatter of fact,\n(I don't yo, yo BIG)\nI'm sick of talkin'.\n(hey yo chill)\n\n(hey yo BIG, hey yo BIG)\n\n(Please hang up and try your call again)\n(Please hang up—is a recording)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Notorious B.I.G. - Suicidal Thoughts (Official Audio)\n  artist: The Notorious B.I.G.\n  album: The Notorious B.I.G. 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You alright?\n  Aw, nigga what the fuck is wrong with you?)\n\n  When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell\n  'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell\n  (what you're talking about man?)\n  It don't make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies\n  Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies\n\n  God'll probably have me on some real strict shit\n  No sleepin' all day, no getting my dick licked\n  Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise\n  Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice\n  (you're talking some crazy shit now nigga)\n\n  All my life I been considered as the worst\n  Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out of her purse\n  Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion\n  I know my mother wish she got a fuckin' abortion\n\n  She don't even love me like she did when I was younger\n  (get a hold of yourself nigga)\n  Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger\n  I wonder if I died,\n  Would tears come to her eyes?\n  Forgive me 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Street\n\n  People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me\n  (yo where your girl at man?)\n  My baby mama kiss me\n  But she glad I'm gone\n  (yo put your girl on the phone nigga)\n  She know me and her sister had somethin' goin' on\n\n  I reach my peak,\n  (Ayo, you listening to me, motherfucker?)\n  I can't speak,\n  Call my nigga Chic,\n  Tell him that my will is weak.\n  (ayo come on nigga)\n  I'm sick of niggas lyin',\n  (cut that...)\n  I'm sick of bitches hawkin',\n  (hey yo...)\n  Matter of fact,\n  (I don't yo, yo BIG)\n  I'm sick of talkin'.\n  (hey yo chill)\n\n  (hey yo BIG, hey yo BIG)\n\n  (Please hang up and try your call again)\n  (Please hang up—is a recording)\n"},{"id":14332404,"name":"Suicidal Thoughts","trackName":"Suicidal Thoughts","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","duration":170.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hello, aw shit nigga, what the fuck time is it\nOh goddamn, nigga do you know what time it is\nAw shit, what the fuck is going on\nYou alright, nigga what the fuck is wrong with you\n\nWhen I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell\nCause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fucking tell\nIt don't make sense, going to heaven with the goodie-goodies\nDressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies\nGod'll prolly have me on some real strict shit\nNo sleeping all day, no getting my dick licked\nHanging with the goodie-goodies lounging in paradise\nFuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice\n(You talking some crazy shit now, nigga)\nAll my life I been considered as the worst\nLying to my mother, even stealing out her purse\nCrime after crime, from drugs to extortion\nI know my mother wished she got a fucking abortion\nShe don't even love me like she did when I was younger\n(Get a hold of yourself nigga)\nSucking on her chest just to stop my fucking hunger\nI wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes\nForgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies\nMy baby 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Hanging with the goodie-goodies lounging in paradise\n[01:02.89] Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice\n[01:05.36] (You talking some crazy shit now, nigga)\n[01:06.04] All my life I been considered as the worst\n[01:08.69] Lying to my mother, even stealing out her purse\n[01:11.50] Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion\n[01:14.23] I know my mother wished she got a fucking abortion\n[01:17.01] She don't even love me like she did when I was younger\n[01:19.77] (Get a hold of yourself nigga)\n[01:20.29] Sucking on her chest just to stop my fucking hunger\n[01:22.87] I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes\n[01:25.69] Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies\n[01:28.54] My baby mother's eight months, her little sister's two\n[01:31.00] Who's to blame for both of them\n[01:32.71] (Naw nigga, not you)\n[01:33.89] I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bullshit\n[01:36.91] Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit\n[01:39.72] (Nigga what the fuck)\n[01:40.00] And squeeze, until the bed's completely red\n[01:42.83] (It's too late for this shit man)\n[01:43.45] I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fucking buddha head\n[01:46.20] The stress is building up, I can't\n[01:47.52] (Yo, I'm on my way over there man)\n[01:48.12] I can't believe suicide's on my fucking mind, I wanna leave\n[01:51.65] I swear to God I feel like death is fucking calling me\n[01:54.62] Naw you wouldn't understand\n[01:56.16] (Nigga talk to me please, man)\n[01:57.50] You see it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack\n[02:00.69] Except when I cross over, there ain't no coming back\n[02:03.05] (Yo, I'mma call you when I get in the car)\n[02:03.78] Should I die on the train track, like Ramo in Beat Street\n[02:06.39] People at the funeral fronting like they miss me\n[02:09.05] My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone\n[02:11.14] (Put your girl on the phone, nigga)\n[02:11.84] She knew me and her sister had something going on\n[02:15.54] I reach my peak, I can't speak\n[02:17.44] (Yo, you listening to me motherfucker)\n[02:17.88] Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak\n[02:20.14] (Eyo c'mon nigga)\n[02:20.71] I'm sick of niggas lying, I'm sick of bitches hawkin'\n[02:23.37] Matter of fact, I'm sick of talking\n[02:24.52] (BANG)\n[02:24.52] Ayo Big, ayo Big\n[02:29.84] Heartbeat slowing\n[02:30.66] Please hang up, and try your call again\n[02:37.69] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Suicidal Thoughts\n  artist: The Notorious B.I.G.\n  album: The Notorious B.I.G.\n  duration_ms: 170000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Hello, aw shit nigga, what the fuck time is it\n  start_ms: 13390\n  end_ms: 23980\n- text: Oh goddamn, nigga do you know what time it is\n  start_ms: 23980\n  end_ms: 28770\n- text: Aw shit, what the fuck is going on\n  start_ms: 28770\n  end_ms: 34980\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 34980\n  end_ms: 37250\n- text: You alright, nigga what the fuck is wrong with 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(Naw nigga, not you)\n[01:33.21] I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bullshit\n[01:36.65] Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit\n[01:39.26] (Nigga what the fuck)\n[01:39.96] And squeeze, until the bed's completely red\n[01:42.65] (It's too late for this shit man)\n[01:43.29] I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fucking buddha head\n[01:45.62] The stress is building up, I can't\n[01:47.73] (Yo, I'm on my way over there man)\n[01:47.93] I can't believe suicide's on my fucking mind, I wanna leave\n[01:51.59] I swear to God I feel like death is fucking calling me\n[01:54.34] Naw you wouldn't understand\n[01:56.00] (Nigga talk to me please, man)\n[01:57.33] You see it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack\n[01:59.93] Except when I cross over, there ain't no coming back\n[02:03.08] (Yo, I'mma call you when I get in the car)\n[02:03.37] Should I die on the train track, like Ramo in Beat Street\n[02:05.96] People at the funeral fronting like they miss 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Aw shit, nigga\n[00:19.07] What the fuck time is it, man?\n[00:23.36] Oh goddamn, nigga\n[00:26.77] Do you know what time it is?\n[00:32.42] Aw shit, what the fuck's goin' on? You aight?\n[00:40.95] Nigga, what the fuck is wrong with you?\n[00:42.92] When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell\n[00:44.95] 'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell\n[00:48.04] It don't make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies\n[00:51.11] Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies\n[00:54.17] God'll prob'ly have me on some real strict shit\n[00:56.50] No sleepin' all day, no gettin' my dick licked\n[00:59.51] Hangin' with the goodie-goodies, loungin' in paradise\n[01:02.51] Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice (You talkin' some crazy shit now, nigga)\n[01:05.42] All my life I been considered as the worst\n[01:07.88] Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse\n[01:10.68] Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion\n[01:13.78] I know my mother wish she got a fuckin' abortion\n[01:16.58] She don't even love me like she did when I was younger (Get a hold of yourself, nigga)\n[01:19.52] Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger\n[01:22.32] I wonder, if I died, would tears come to her eyes?\n[01:25.32] Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies\n[01:28.00] My baby mother's eight months, her little sister's two\n[01:30.41] Who's to blame for both of them? 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Aw shit, nigga\n[00:19.07] What the fuck time is it, man?\n[00:23.36] Oh goddamn, nigga\n[00:26.77] Do you know what time it is?\n[00:32.42] Aw shit, what the fuck's goin' on? You aight?\n[00:40.95] Nigga, what the fuck is wrong with you?\n[00:42.92] When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell\n[00:44.95] 'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell\n[00:48.04] It don't make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies\n[00:51.11] Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies\n[00:54.17] God'll prob'ly have me on some real strict shit\n[00:56.50] No sleepin' all day, no gettin' my dick licked\n[00:59.51] Hangin' with the goodie-goodies, loungin' in paradise\n[01:02.51] Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice (You talkin' some crazy shit now, nigga)\n[01:05.42] All my life I been considered as the worst\n[01:07.88] Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse\n[01:10.68] Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion\n[01:13.78] I know my mother wish she got a fuckin' abortion\n[01:16.58] She don't even love me like she did when I was younger (Get a hold of yourself, nigga)\n[01:19.52] Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger\n[01:22.32] I wonder, if I died, would tears come to her eyes?\n[01:25.32] Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies\n[01:28.00] My baby mother's eight months, her little sister's two\n[01:30.41] Who's to blame for both of them? (Nah, nigga, not you)\n[01:32.90] I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bullshit\n[01:36.32] Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit (Nigga, what the fuck?)\n[01:39.39] And squeeze until the bed's completely red (It's too late for this shit, man)\n[01:42.44] I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddha head\n[01:45.27] The stress is buildin' up, I can't, I can't believe (Yo, I'm on my way over there, man)\n[01:47.98] Suicide's on my fuckin' mind, I wanna leave\n[01:50.97] I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me\n[01:53.56] But nah, you wouldn't understand (Nigga, talk to me please, man)\n[01:57.00] You see it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie in New Jack\n[01:59.69] Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back (Yo, I'ma call you when I get in the car)\n[02:02.40] Should I die on the train track like Ramo in Beat Street?\n[02:05.20] People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me (Ayo, where your girl at, man?)\n[02:08.23] My baby mama kiss me, but she glad I'm gone (Yo, put your girl on the phone, nigga)\n[02:10.91] She know me and her sister had somethin' goin' on\n[02:13.73] I reach my peak, I can't speak (Ayo, you listenin' to me, motherfucker?)\n[02:16.62] Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak (Ayo, c'mon, nigga)\n[02:19.56] I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin'\n[02:22.50] Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'\n[02:28.99] (Ayo, Big, ayo, Big)\n[02:41.06] Please hang up, and try your call again\n[02:44.45] Please hang up, this is a recording","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Suicidal Thoughts (2005 Remaster)\n  artist: The Notorious B.I.G.\n  album: The Notorious B.I.G. 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Aw shit, nigga\n  What the fuck time is it, man?\n  Oh goddamn, nigga\n  Do you know what time it is?\n  Aw shit, what the fuck's goin' on? You aight?\n  Nigga, what the fuck is wrong with you?\n  When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell\n  'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell\n  It don't make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies\n  Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies\n  God'll prob'ly have me on some real strict shit\n  No sleepin' all day, no gettin' my dick licked\n  Hangin' with the goodie-goodies, loungin' in paradise\n  Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice (You talkin' some crazy shit now, nigga)\n  All my life I been considered as the worst\n  Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse\n  Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion\n  I know my mother wish she got a fuckin' abortion\n  She don't even love me like she did when I was younger (Get a hold of yourself, nigga)\n  Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger\n  I wonder, if I died, would tears come to her eyes?\n  Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies\n  My baby mother's eight months, her little sister's two\n  Who's to blame for both of them? 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You alright?\nAw, nigga what the fuck is wrong with you?)\n\nWhen I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell\n'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell\n(What you're talking about man?)\nIt don't make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies\nDressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies\n\nGod'll probably have me on some real strict shit\nNo sleepin' all day, no getting my dick licked\nHangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise\nFuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice\n(You're talking some crazy shit now nigga)\n\nAll my life I been considered as the worst\nLyin' to my mother, even stealin' out of her purse\nCrime after crime, from drugs to extortion\nI know my mother wish she got a fuckin' abortion\n\nShe don't even love me like she did when I was younger\n(Get a hold of yourself nigga)\nSuckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger\nI wonder if I died,\nWould tears come to her eyes?\nForgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies\n\nMy baby mother's 8 months, her little sister's 2\nWho's to blame for both of them\n(No nigga, not you)\n\nI swear to God I wanna just slit my wrists and end this bullshit\nThrow the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit\n(OK nigga what the fuck)\nAnd squeeze, until the bed's completely red\n(It is too late for this shit man)\nI'm glad I'm dead,\nA worthless fuckin' Buddha head\n(Wait a minute...)\n\nThe stress is buildin' up, I can't,\n(Yo, I'm on my way over there, man)\nI can't believe suicide's on my fuckin' mind\nI wanna leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me\nBut no you wouldn't understand\n(Nigga, talk to me please, man)\n\nYou see it's kinda like the crack\nDid to Pookie (the fuck), in New Jack\nExcept when I cross over\n(Ayo man, ayo man)\nThere ain't no comin' back\n(I'm how I'mma call when I got the car),\nShould I die on the train track, like Ramo in Beat Street\n\nPeople at the funeral frontin' like they miss me\n(Yo where your girl at man?)\nMy baby mama kiss me\nBut she glad I'm gone\n(Yo put your girl on the phone nigga)\nShe know me and her sister had somethin' goin' on\n\nI reach my peak,\n(Ayo, you listening to me, motherfucker?)\nI can't speak,\nCall my nigga Chic,\nTell him that my will is weak.\n(Ayo come on nigga)\nI'm sick of niggas lyin',\n(Cut that...)\nI'm sick of bitches hawkin',\n(Hey yo...)\nMatter of fact,\n(I don't yo, yo BIG)\nI'm sick of talkin'.\n(Hey yo chill)\n\n(Hey yo BIG, hey yo BIG)\n\n(Please hang up and try your call again)\n(Please hang up—is a recording)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Suicidal Thoughts II\n  artist: CTAH B feat. 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You alright?\n  Aw, nigga what the fuck is wrong with you?)\n\n  When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell\n  'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell\n  (What you're talking about man?)\n  It don't make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies\n  Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies\n\n  God'll probably have me on some real strict shit\n  No sleepin' all day, no getting my dick licked\n  Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise\n  Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice\n  (You're talking some crazy shit now nigga)\n\n  All my life I been considered as the worst\n  Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out of her purse\n  Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion\n  I know my mother wish she got a fuckin' abortion\n\n  She don't even love me like she did when I was younger\n  (Get a hold of yourself nigga)\n  Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger\n  I wonder if I died,\n  Would tears come to her eyes?\n  Forgive me 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know what time it is\nAw shit, what the fuck is going on\nYou alright, nigga what the fuck is wrong with you\n\nWhen I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell\nCause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fucking tell\nIt don't make sense, going to heaven with the goodie-goodies\nDressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies\nGod'll prolly have me on some real strict shit\nNo sleeping all day, no getting my dick licked\nHanging with the goodie-goodies lounging in paradise\nFuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice\n(You talking some crazy shit now, nigga)\nAll my life I been considered as the worst\nLying to my mother, even stealing out her purse\nCrime after crime, from drugs to extortion\nI know my mother wished she got a fucking abortion\nShe don't even love me like she did when I was younger\n(Get a hold of yourself nigga)\nSucking on her chest just to stop my fucking hunger\nI wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes\nForgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies\nMy baby mother's eight months, her little sister's two\nWho's to blame for both of them\n(Naw nigga, not you)\nI swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bullshit\nThrow the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit\n(Nigga what the fuck)\nAnd squeeze, until the bed's completely red\n(It's too late for this shit man)\nI'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fucking buddha head\nThe stress is building up, I can't\n(Yo, I'm on my way over there man)\nI can't believe suicide's on my fucking mind, I wanna leave\nI swear to God I feel like death is fucking calling me\nNaw you wouldn't understand\n(Nigga talk to me please, man)\nYou see it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack\nExcept when I cross over, there ain't no coming back\n(Yo, I'mma call you when I get in the car)\nShould I die on the train track, like Ramo in Beat Street\nPeople at the funeral fronting like they miss me\nMy baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone\n(Put your girl on the phone, nigga)\nShe knew me and her sister had something going on\nI reach my peak, I can't speak\n(Yo, you listening to me motherfucker)\nCall my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak\n(Eyo c'mon nigga)\nI'm sick of niggas lying, I'm sick of bitches hawkin'\nMatter of fact, I'm sick of talking\n(BANG)\n\nAyo Big, ayo Big\n\nHeartbeat slowing\nPlease hang up, and try your call again","syncedLyrics":"[00:13.39] Hello, aw shit nigga, what the fuck time is it\n[00:23.98] Oh goddamn, nigga do you know what time it is\n[00:28.77] Aw shit, what the fuck is going on\n[00:34.98] \n[00:37.25] You alright, nigga what the fuck is wrong with you\n[00:43.10] When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell\n[00:45.63] Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fucking tell\n[00:48.54] It don't make sense, going to heaven with the goodie-goodies\n[00:51.56] Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies\n[00:54.39] God'll prolly have me on some real strict shit\n[00:57.08] No sleeping all day, no getting my dick licked\n[01:00.00] Hanging with the goodie-goodies lounging in paradise\n[01:02.89] Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice\n[01:05.36] (You talking some crazy shit now, nigga)\n[01:06.04] All my life I been considered as the worst\n[01:08.69] Lying to my mother, even stealing out her purse\n[01:11.50] Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion\n[01:14.23] I know my mother wished she got a fucking abortion\n[01:17.01] She don't even love me like she did when I was younger\n[01:19.77] (Get a hold of yourself nigga)\n[01:20.29] Sucking on her chest just to stop my fucking hunger\n[01:22.87] I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes\n[01:25.69] Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies\n[01:28.54] My baby mother's eight months, her little sister's two\n[01:31.00] Who's to blame for both of them\n[01:32.71] (Naw nigga, not you)\n[01:33.89] I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bullshit\n[01:36.91] Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull 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The stress is building up, I can't\n  (Yo, I'm on my way over there man)\n  I can't believe suicide's on my fucking mind, I wanna leave\n  I swear to God I feel like death is fucking calling me\n  Naw you wouldn't understand\n  (Nigga talk to me please, man)\n  You see it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack\n  Except when I cross over, there ain't no coming back\n  (Yo, I'mma call you when I get in the car)\n  Should I die on the train track, like Ramo in Beat Street\n  People at the funeral fronting like they miss me\n  My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone\n  (Put your girl on the phone, nigga)\n  She knew me and her sister had something going on\n  I reach my peak, I can't speak\n  (Yo, you listening to me motherfucker)\n  Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak\n  (Eyo c'mon nigga)\n  I'm sick of niggas lying, I'm sick of bitches hawkin'\n  Matter of fact, I'm sick of talking\n  (BANG)\n\n  Ayo Big, ayo Big\n\n  Heartbeat slowing\n  Please hang up, 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to hell\n[00:45.63] Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fucking tell\n[00:48.54] It don't make sense, going to heaven with the goodie-goodies\n[00:51.56] Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies\n[00:54.39] God'll prolly have me on some real strict shit\n[00:57.08] No sleeping all day, no getting my dick licked\n[01:00.00] Hanging with the goodie-goodies lounging in paradise\n[01:02.89] Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice\n[01:05.36] (You talking some crazy shit now, nigga)\n[01:06.04] All my life I been considered as the worst\n[01:08.69] Lying to my mother, even stealing out her purse\n[01:11.50] Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion\n[01:14.23] I know my mother wished she got a fucking abortion\n[01:17.01] She don't even love me like she did when I was younger\n[01:19.77] (Get a hold of yourself nigga)\n[01:20.29] Sucking on her chest just to stop my fucking hunger\n[01:22.87] I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes\n[01:25.69] Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies\n[01:28.54] My baby mother's eight months, her little sister's two\n[01:31.00] Who's to blame for both of them\n[01:32.71] (Naw nigga, not you)\n[01:33.89] I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bullshit\n[01:36.91] Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit\n[01:39.72] (Nigga what the fuck)\n[01:40.00] And squeeze, until the bed's completely red\n[01:42.83] (It's too late for this shit man)\n[01:43.45] I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fucking buddha head\n[01:46.20] The stress is building up, I can't\n[01:47.52] (Yo, I'm on my way over there man)\n[01:48.12] I can't believe suicide's on my fucking mind, I wanna leave\n[01:51.65] I swear to God I feel like death is fucking calling me\n[01:54.62] Naw you wouldn't understand\n[01:56.16] (Nigga talk to me please, man)\n[01:57.50] You see it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack\n[02:00.69] Except when I cross over, there ain't no coming back\n[02:03.05] (Yo, I'mma call you when I get in the car)\n[02:03.78] Should I die on the train track, like Ramo in Beat Street\n[02:06.39] People at the funeral fronting like they miss me\n[02:09.05] My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone\n[02:11.14] (Put your girl on the phone, nigga)\n[02:11.84] She knew me and her sister had something going on\n[02:15.54] I reach my peak, I can't speak\n[02:17.44] (Yo, you listening to me motherfucker)\n[02:17.88] Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak\n[02:20.14] (Eyo c'mon nigga)\n[02:20.71] I'm sick of niggas lying, I'm sick of bitches hawkin'\n[02:23.37] Matter of fact, I'm sick of talking\n[02:24.52] (BANG)\n[02:24.52] Ayo Big, ayo Big\n[02:29.84] Heartbeat slowing\n[02:30.66] Please hang up, and try your call again\n[02:37.69] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Suicidal Thoughts\n  artist: The Notorious B.I.G.\n  album: let the bars do the talking\n  duration_ms: 170000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- 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die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell\nCause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fucking tell\nIt don't make sense, going to heaven with the goodie-goodies\nDressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies\nGod'll prolly have me on some real strict shit\nNo sleeping all day, no getting my dick licked\nHanging with the goodie-goodies lounging in paradise\nFuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice\n(You talking some crazy shit now, nigga)\nAll my life I been considered as the worst\nLying to my mother, even stealing out her purse\nCrime after crime, from drugs to extortion\nI know my mother wished she got a fucking abortion\nShe don't even love me like she did when I was younger\n(Get a hold of yourself nigga)\nSucking on her chest just to stop my fucking hunger\nI wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes\nForgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies\nMy baby mother's eight months, her little sister's two\nWho's to blame for both of them\n(Naw nigga, not you)\nI 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(You talking some crazy shit now, nigga)\n[01:06.27] All my life I been considered as the worst\n[01:08.50] Lying to my mother, even stealing out her purse\n[01:11.59] Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion\n[01:14.56] I know my mother wished she got a fucking abortion\n[01:17.29] She don't even love me like she did when I was younger\n[01:19.58] (Get a hold of yourself nigga)\n[01:20.83] Sucking on her chest just to stop my fucking hunger\n[01:23.02] I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes\n[01:25.58] Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies\n[01:28.66] My baby mother's eight months, her little sister's two\n[01:31.35] Who's to blame for both of them\n[01:32.47] (Naw nigga, not you)\n[01:34.41] I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bullshit\n[01:37.17] Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit\n[01:40.18] (Nigga what the fuck)\n[01:41.17] And squeeze, until the bed's completely red\n[01:43.46] (It's too late for this shit 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the funeral fronting like they miss me\n[02:08.97] My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone\n[02:11.55] (Put your girl on the phone, nigga)\n[02:12.56] She knew me and her sister had something going on\n[02:15.30] I reach my peak, I can't speak\n[02:17.77] (Yo, you listening to me motherfucker)\n[02:18.94] Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak\n[02:20.70] (Eyo c'mon nigga)\n[02:21.57] I'm sick of niggas lying, I'm sick of bitches hawkin'\n[02:23.25] Matter of fact, I'm sick of talking\n[02:26.02] (BANG)\n[02:30.00] Ayo Big, ayo Big\n[02:33.55] Heartbeat slowing\n[02:34.51] Please hang up, and try your call again\n[02:35.83] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Suicidal Thoughts\n  artist: Notorious B.I.G.\n  album: Ready To Die The Remaster (U.S. Amended Version 94568)\n  duration_ms: 170000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Hello, aw shit nigga, what the fuck time is it\n  start_ms: 13770\n  end_ms: 24430\n- text: Oh goddamn, nigga do you know 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the fuck is going on\n  You alright, nigga what the fuck is wrong with you\n\n  When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell\n  Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fucking tell\n  It don't make sense, going to heaven with the goodie-goodies\n  Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies\n  God'll prolly have me on some real strict shit\n  No sleeping all day, no getting my dick licked\n  Hanging with the goodie-goodies lounging in paradise\n  Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice\n  (You talking some crazy shit now, nigga)\n  All my life I been considered as the worst\n  Lying to my mother, even stealing out her purse\n  Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion\n  I know my mother wished she got a fucking abortion\n  She don't even love me like she did when I was younger\n  (Get a hold of yourself nigga)\n  Sucking on her chest just to stop my fucking hunger\n  I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes\n  Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies\n  My baby mother's eight months, her little sister's two\n  Who's to blame for both of them\n  (Naw nigga, not you)\n  I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bullshit\n  Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit\n  (Nigga what the fuck)\n  And squeeze, until the bed's completely red\n  (It's too late for this shit man)\n  I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fucking buddha head\n  The stress is building up, I can't\n  (Yo, I'm on my way over there man)\n  I can't believe suicide's on my fucking mind, I wanna leave\n  I swear to God I feel like death is fucking calling me\n  Naw you wouldn't understand\n  (Nigga talk to me please, man)\n  You see it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack\n  Except when I cross over, there ain't no coming back\n  (Yo, I'mma call you when I get in the car)\n  Should I die on the train track, like Ramo in Beat Street\n  People at the funeral fronting like they miss me\n  My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone\n  (Put your girl on the phone, nigga)\n  She knew me and her sister had something going on\n  I reach my peak, I can't speak\n  (Yo, you listening to me motherfucker)\n  Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak\n  (Eyo c'mon nigga)\n  I'm sick of niggas lying, I'm sick of bitches hawkin'\n  Matter of fact, I'm sick of talking\n  (BANG)\n\n  Ayo Big, ayo Big\n\n  Heartbeat slowing\n  Please hang up, and try your call again\n"}]