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| name : | DanceD |
| subject : | [Notorious BIG]Suicidal Thoughts |
| home : | http://endforand.net/danced |
(RING, RING) (Hello? Aw shit, nigga. What the fuck time is it, man? (¿©º¸¼¼¿ä? ¾Æ Á¨Àå, ÀÓ¸¶. Áö±Ý ¸î ½Ã¾ß? Oh god damn. Nigga do you know what time it is? ¿À Á¨Àå. Áö±Ý ½Ã°£ÀÌ ¸î ½ÃÀÎÁö ¾Ë¾Æ? Aw shit, what the fuck's goin' on? You alright? ¿À Á¨Àå, ¹«½¼ ÀÏÀ̾ß? ³Ê ±¦Âú¾Æ? Aw, nigga what the fuck is wrong wit you?) ¾Æ, À̺Á ³Ê ¹«½¼ ÀÏÀÌ ÀϾžß?) When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell Á×À» ¶§°¡ µÇ¸é, Á¨Àå ³ Áö¿Á¿¡ °¡°í ½Í¾î Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell ³ Àΰ£ ¾²·¹±â´Ï±î, ô º¸¸é ¾Ë ¼ö ÀÖÁö It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit the goodie-goodies ¸»µµ ¾È µÇ´Â ÀÏÀ̾ß, ÂøÇÑ ³ðµé°ú õ±¹¿¡ °¡´Â °Å Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies ÇÏ¾á ¿ÊÀ» ÀÔ´Ù´Ï, ³ °ËÀº Tims¿Í °ËÀº Èĵ尡 ÁÁ¾Æ God will probably have me on some real strict shit ½ÅÀº ¾Æ¸¶ ³ª¸¦ ¾öû ¾öÇÑ ÀÏÀ» °Þ°Ô ÇÏ·ÁÇßÀ»°Å¾ß No sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick licked ÇÏ·çÁ¾ÀÏ ÀáÀ» ÀÚÁö, ³¯ ÇÓ¾ÆÁÖ´Â ÀÌ´Â ¾ø¾î Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise ÂøÇÑ ³ðµé°ú ³«¿ø¿¡¼ ½Ã°£À» ¶§¿ì±â Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice ´Ù ¿³¸Ô¾î, ³ ÃÑÀ» ½î°í ÁÖ»çÀ§¸¦ ±¼¸®°í ½Í¾î All my life I been considered as the worst Æò»ý ³ ÃÖ¾ÇÀÇ Á¸Àç·Î °í·ÁµÇ¾ú¾ú¾î Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse ¾ö¸¶¿¡°Ô °ÅÁþ¸»À» ÇØ, ÇÚµå¹é±îÁö Åоú¾ú³× Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion ¿¬ÀÌÀº ¹üÁË, ¸¶¾à¿¡¼ °Å»±îÁö I know my mother wished she got a fuckin' abortion ±×·¡ ¾ö¸¶´Â ³«Å¸¦ Çß¾úÀ¸¸é ÇÏ°í ¹Ù¶ú°ÚÁö She don't even love me like she did when I was younger ±×³à´Â ³»°¡ ¾î¸± ¶§¸¸Å »ç¶ûÇØÁÖÁöµµ ¾Ê¾Æ Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger ±¾ÁÖ¸²À» ¾ø¾Ö±â À§ÇØ ±×³àÀÇ °¡½¿À» »¡´ø ½ÃÀý ¸»¾ß I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes? ³»°¡ Á×À¸¸é ±×³àÀÇ ´«¿¡ ´«¹°ÀÌ °íÀϱî? Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies ³» ¹«·ÊÇÔÀ» ¿ë¼ÇØÁà, ³» °ÅÁþ¸»À» ¿ë¼ÇØÁà My babies' mothers 8 months, her little sister's 2 ³» ¾Æ±âÀÇ ¾ö¸¶´Â ÀӽŠ8°³¿ù, ±×³àÀÇ ´©³ª´Â 2»ì Who's to blame for both of them (naw nigga, not you) ´©°¡ ±×µéÀ» ºñ³ÇÒ ¼ö ÀÖ°Ú¾î (³Í ¾Æ´Ï¾ß) I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit ½Å¿¡°Ô ¸Í¼¼ÄÁ´ë ¼Õ¸ñÀ» ±ß°í ÀÌ ºô¾î¸ÔÀ» °É ³¡³»°í ½Í¾î Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit MagnumÀ» ¸Ó¸®¿¡ °Ü´©°í, ¹æ¾Æ¼è¸¦ ´ç±â°Ú´Ù À§ÇùÇØ And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red ħ´ë°¡, ¿ÏÀüÈ÷ »¡°²°Ô ¹°µé ¶§±îÁö I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddah head Á×¾î¼ ´ÙÇàÀ̾ß, °¡Ä¡µµ ¾ø´Â ºô¾î¸ÔÀ» ¸Ó¸® The stress is buildin' up, I can't, ½ºÆ®·¹½º°¡ ½×¿©°¡³×, ÀÚ»ìÀÌ, I can't believe suicide's on my fuckin' mind ÀÚ»ìÀÌ ³» ¸Ó¸® ¼Ó¿¡ ¶°¿À¸£´Ù´Ï ¹ÏÀ» ¼ö°¡ ¾ø¾î I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me ¶°³ª°í ½Í¾î, ½Å¿¡°Ô ¸Í¼¼ÄÁ´ë Á×À½ÀÌ ³ª¸¦ ºÎ¸£°í ÀÖ¾î Naw you wouldn't understand (nigga, talk to me please) ¾Æ´Ï ³Í ÀÌÇØ ¸øÇØ (À̺Á, ³»°Ô ¾ê±âÇØºÁ) You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack New Jack¿¡¼, ÄÚÄ«ÀÎÀÌ Pookie¿¡°Ô ÇÑ °ÅÇÏ°í ºñ½ÁÇÑ°Å¾ß Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back ´Ù¸¥ Á¡Àº ÀÌ ¼±À» ³ÑÀ¸¸é, µ¹¾Æ¿Ã ¼ö ¾ø´Ù´Â °ÅÁö Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet ±âÂþ±æ¿¡¼ Á×À»±î, Beatstreet¿¡¼ Remoó·³ People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me Àå·Ê½Ä¿¡¼ »ç¶÷µéÀº ³¯ ±×¸®¿öÇϴ ôÇÏÁö My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone ³» ¾Æ³»´Â ³»°Ô Ű½ºÇÏÁö¸¸ ³»°¡ Á×¾î¼ ±â»µÇÒ°É She knew me and her sista had somethin' goin' on ³ª¿Í ±×³àÀÇ ´©ÀÌ »çÀÌ¿¡ ¼¶¾ÅÀÌ ÀÖ¾ú´Ü °É ¾Æ´Ï±î I reach my peak, I can't speak, ³ ²À´ë±â¿¡ ¿Ã¶ú¾î, ¸»µµ ¸øÇØ call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak. ³» Ä£±¸ ChicÀ» ºÒ·¯, ÀÇÁö°¡ ¾àÇØÁ³´Ù°í ÀüÇØÁà I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin', °ÅÁþ¸»ÇÏ´Â ³ðµé, ¿åÇÏ´Â ³âµé ´Ù Áö°Ü¿ö matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'. »ç½Ç, ³ªµµ ¾ê±âÇÏ´Â°Ô Áö°Ü¿ö (BANG) (hey yo big...hey yo big) |
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