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] tell
It don't make sense, going to heaven with the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies
God'll prolly have me on some real strict [bad word] 
No sleeping all day, no getting my [bad word] licked
Hanging with the goodie-goodies lounging in paradise
 [bad word] that [bad word]  I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
All my life I been considered as the worst
Lying to my mother, even stealing out her purse
Crime after crime, from [bad word] to extortion
I know my mother wished she got a [bad word] abortion
She don't even love me like she did when I was younger
Sucking on her chest just to stop my [bad word] hunger
I wonder if I died, would [bad word] to her eyes
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
My baby mother's eight months, her little sister's two
Who's to blame for both of them
(No, [bad word]  not you!)
I swear to God I want to just 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] buddha head
The stress is building up, I can't
I can't believe suicide's on my [bad word] mind, I wanna leave
I swear to God I feel like death is [bad word] calling me
Naw you wouldn't understand...

You see it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
Except when I cross over, there ain't [bad word] back
Should I die on the train track, like Ramo in Beat Street
People at the funeral fronting like they miss me
My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone
She knew me and her sister had something going 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 lying, I'm sick of [bad word] hawkin'
Matter of fact, I'm sick of talking