RING RING) 

(Hello? Aw [bad word] [bad word]  What the [bad word] time is it man? 
Oh god [bad word]  [bad word] do you know what time it is? 
Aw [bad word] what the [bad word] #39;s goin' on? You alright? 
Aw [bad word] what the [bad word] is wrong wit you?) 

When I die [bad word] it I wanna go to [bad word] 
Cause I'm a piece of [bad word] it ain't hard to [bad word] #39; tell 
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 [bad word] 
No sleepin' all day, no gettin my [bad word] licked 
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise 
 [bad word] that [bad word]  I wanna tote guns and shoot dice 
All my life I been considered as the worst 
Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse 
Crime after crime, from [bad word] to extortion 
I know my mother wished she got a [bad word] #39; abortion 
She don't even love me like she did when I was younger 
Suckin' on her chest just to stop my [bad word] #39; hunger 
I wonder if I died, would [bad word] 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 [bad word]  not you) 
I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this [bad word] 
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull [bad word] 
And squeeze, until the [bad word] red 
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless [bad word] #39; buddah head 
The stress is buildin' up, I can't, 
I can't believe suicide's on my [bad word] #39; mind 
I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is [bad word] #39; callin' me 
Naw you wouldn't understand  [bad word]  talk to me please) 
You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack 
Except when I cross over, there ain't [bad word] #39; back 
Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet 
People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me 
My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone 
She knew me and her sista had somethin' goin' on 
I reach my peak, I can't speak, 
call my [bad word] Chic, tell him that my will is weak. 
I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of [bad word] hawkin', 
matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'. 
(BANG) 
(hey yo big...hey yo big