I swear to god I feel like death is fucking calling me.

[Classic]

She's a bitch. 

[Walter]

and end up in juvenille hall and sift even further into depression?

For what? Saying no? Im pretty sure you won't get sent to juvenile hall for telling your mom you won't go to church. (I was joking about fighting her if you couldn't tell)

[Meyer Lansky]

You see, it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack.  Except when I crossover, it ain't no coming back.  Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beat Street?  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 sister had something going on.  I reach my peak, I can't speak.  Call my nigga Chic, tell him my will is weak.  I'm sick of niggas lying, I'm sick of bitches hawking... Matter fact, I'm sick of fucking talking...

[spoiler]AYO BIG!!...

AYO BIG!!![/spoiler]

[Daddy]

You see, it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack.  Except when I crossover, it ain't no coming back.  Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beat Street?  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 sister had something going on.  I reach my peak, I can't speak.  Call my nigga Chic, tell him my will is weak.  I'm sick of niggas lying, I'm sick of bitches hawking... Matter fact, I'm sick of fucking talking...

[spoiler]AYO BIG!!...

AYO BIG!!![/spoiler]

[Meyer Lansky]

I couldn't help myself.

[The spy who loves you]

You see, it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack.  Except when I crossover, it ain't no coming back.  Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beat Street?  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 sister had something going on.  I reach my peak, I can't speak.  Call my nigga Chic, tell him my will is weak.  I'm sick of niggas lying, I'm sick of bitches hawking... Matter fact, I'm sick of fucking talking...

[spoiler]AYO BIG!!...

AYO BIG!!![/spoiler]

The title is actually a reference to suicidal thoughts.

So don't feel bad.

Even when the thread is completely serious and depressing I sneak in jokes.

[l a c e y]

i love cam <3

[The spy who loves you]

i love cam <3

i wub u 2 

[Meyer Lansky]

The title is actually a reference to suicidal thoughts.

Uhhh, yeah, I know... that's why I posted that.

[The spy who loves you]

I don't know what they want from me.
It's like the more money we come across the more problems we see.

[The spy who loves you]

Uhhh, yeah, I know... that's why I posted that.

We get it I'm stupid god.

[Walter]

I don't know what they want from me.
It's like the more money we come across the more problems we see.

But money is the source of all good in this world.

I think you're confused.

[Meyer Lansky]

I don't know what they want from me.
It's like the more money we come across the more problems we see.

I know how it feel to wake up fucked up, pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell.  People look at you like you the user, selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser.  But they dont know about your stress-filled day, baby on the way mad bills to pay.  That's why you drink tanqueray; so you can reminisce, and wish, you wasnt living so devilish.

Shheeeeeeeeit.

[l a c e y]

jesse mccartney is better

[The spy who loves you]

I know how it feel to wake up fucked up, pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell.  People look at you like you the user, selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser.  But they dont know about your stress-filled day, baby on the way mad bills to pay.  That's why you drink tanqueray; so you can reminisce, and wish, you wasnt living so devilish.

Shheeeeeeeeit.

When beef is on, I'll pop that, TRUNK
Come get, some
Pistol grip, pump
If a step on my white Air Ones
Since red, rum
Ready here I, come
Compton, UH
Dre found me in the, slums
Sellin that skunk, one hand on my gun
I was sellin rocks when Master P was sayin  UHHHHHHHH