Biggie Smalls - Suicidal Thoughts (Instrumental) скачать видео бесплатно

IsaiahD

Prod by Lord Finesse

shamumaga

the goosebumps never cease

Sam Neveau

life aint a open roadits a blocked streamwith lost dreams, pot fiends fuck i lost it

prophet469

When I die, I don't think hell will make a differenceThey'll probably send me back and then sigh, "Good riddance."Try to give me three more days to do my penanceSatan'll try to ask God if he can change my sentence.Cuz I'm a grimy mf, that's for effin sureThey tried to fix the Prophet, but there ain't no effin cureI was standing at the gates of hell, kicking in the doorWhen I finally made it in, I had to rep the four fourStarted pimping hell out cuz I'm used to living lavishMy niggas that was there, and we're used to living savageFrom robbing mfers in the parkIf I get in the water, niggas swear I was a sharkQuick to set it off. I don't need an effin sparkIn the middle of the day, I don't need it to be dark.

Justelis Kopustelis

Look below for shitty rhymes

ClusiveC

--- We needed down below;We bout to fucking show;This whole world how the system really has to goNothing but stress, late nights, and back stabbingSitting in the crib by myself - my thoughts are draggingI'm never one for preaching, I'm kinda off the deep endI like to go up to my room and chill for deep thinkingMy thoughts are like thunder; I can't help but wonder,I might be better off if I just split and go under'Cause life is just a blunder; Poverty and hunger,and other types of shit that has always been among usLies and infidelity; greed and even jealousyI have to pick apart the real shit and what's irrelevantLife is like a jail; but I can't really tell,If I have to die or if I'm already in hell.I feel the darkness, seeping all up in my skinClose my fucking eyes - I see the devil with a grinForgive me for my sins. I need this shit to end.I jump off of the bridge and never see the light again.ClusiveC - I'm known as that dude that's kinda twistedLyrically, I'm on another level with this sick shitIm kinda dedicated. My life has been deflated*WARNING* - my thoughts are known for being X-RatedStep inside my mental, and see a new perspectiveCausing mass hysteria is always my directive.I'm not a piece of shit - I'm something even worse.From my day of birth, I have always had a curse.Just another page from the journal of the ClusiveI'm bout to shut this mic down and get self-abusive

Elevated Consciousness

I'm conversing with death as the clock is slowly tickingHe's got a proposition told me just to stop and listenI feel him coming closer as I plot this compositionHis body manifested now he's talking from a distance"I know you feel my presence as your jotting all these rhythms""Let me take you and I promise that your problems will diminish"Yeah life is hard but I know that one day I'll escape"But I will be the one thing you ain't able to shake""Eventually one day I'll come and take you away""So you might as well embrace me now instead of the wait"But I just can't bear the thought to leave my family grieve"All these humans are the reason that your sanity's weak""Total torture from the time that you exited the womb""Never ending gloom won't you just accept that you are through""Go ahead and make your move tell me what you got to lose"God is with me this is all a test to see what I will do

Connor Goldingay

When I die, fuck it I know I'll go to hellCus God don't like me, it ain't hard to fuckin' tellLife's fucked up, always pointless dramaLying hoes best understand karmaMy minds a haunted real fucked up place,No matter how many times i have a saving grace God will probably have me on some real strict shitNo sleepin' all day, no gettin niggas hitHangin' with the homies loungin' in paradiseFuck that shit, I wanna toke weed and shoot diceAll my life I been considered as the worstLyin' to my mother, everyday, I'm bazurkeCrime after crime, from drugs to extortionI know my mother wished she got a fuckin' abortionMy ex girl out here with a brotherHe's suckin on her neck, don't make me kill anotherI wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my liesBut now she's gone, the girls just up and leavingShe's not gonna stay around, there ain't no fuckin' reason So She's hopin' on a plane, she's leavin' me againNow the only thing I'm feeling is the motherfuckin' pain. I said baby I love youShe showed me to the doorShe left me broken, in pieces on the floorShe showed me no remorse, she didn't even bat an eyeShe crushed me to the floor, now I'm beggin let me die. Who's to blame, do I deserve this shit? All my life I've been tryna' cop a hit. I've never been the type to get down and depressed, But this time, I'd rather have a bullet in my chest.I know there's some biggie lines in there, thought they fitted. First time ever doin shit like this...

Tyler Gillespie

Suicidal thoughts They last for months, it sucksBut pass the bong, it sucks me back a lot And all thisTalk about rappin', it's rustedAnd bashed in, dented by the massive crash in "somethin' somethin'" I tried to remember but function of doing soWasn't okayIf that's what you would sayI'm bunched with an oathOf standing by the side of every hopeI barely soak my mindIn every ocean sprayin' notes to keep me goin' all the timeIt's the feelin' like you're dealin' with the realest bit of ghostsA hoax, you would've mentioned itAnd poked it like hocus will pocus poke us so much, evilness inside this cold cutThat we eat, it's raw lunch with no sign of goodness Just saw dustI keep my mind on paused, umThink a lot of these feeble monstrosities Really bothering, feelin' tiredAll week is so weak And soul wreaks of water leavesThe Spring and Autumn wind is caught in meI ought ta think honestly every monster we ever saw or seeIn the sea, lock it away with all of theseBeliefs of lochness bein' the key to all these schemes takin' me hostage 

shindogg

is sumbody suicidal cuz dey think about death? or is sumbody homicidal if dey think about death? jus a couple thots slash rhymes til my future death.

Anthony Sterling

Can't be suicidalI got rivals to annihilateCan't see me to my face...So they spy and hateNot a movieBut your moving towards the lions gateFlow is off the hingesAnd it's heavy like some iron gatesEyes wide shutBut my minds eye dialates So when you selling bull shitNo I'm never buying itYou could be black Hold yo breath Till you violetMe I'm turned upBroken off where the dial isMe I'm dialed upNo I never down dial itEven in yo fuckin dreamsNot even in yo wildestI don't need a stylistThere's statements in my silenceBasking in my victoriesTheir sorrows are my palaceDrinking from a chaliceOf tearsAnd a ballastOf fearsLights my throne So we all see it clear.

Adam Lichtenberger

anyone know where I can download this track?

David Bruce

What a fuckin raw beat by Lord Finesse.

TreeHome

Quick questions if you could answer in order please:-The time of day it currently is when you're reading this and where from-What are your thoughts and what is the imagery like when you're listening to this sample? (feel free to ask me)

Mehmet Kahraman

(Hello? Aw shit, nigga. What the fuck time is it, man?Oh god damn. Nigga do you know what time it is?Aw shit, what the fuck's goin' on? You alright?Aw, nigga what the fuck is wrong wit you?)When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hellCause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tellIt don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit the goodie-goodiesDressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodiesGod will probably have me on some real strict shitNo sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick lickedHangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradiseFuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot diceAll my life I been considered as the worstLyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purseCrime after crime, from drugs to extortionI know my mother wished she got a fuckin' abortionShe don't even love me like she did when I was youngerSuckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hungerI wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my liesMy babies' mothers 8 months, her little sister's 2Who's to blame for both of them (naw nigga, not you)I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshitThrow the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shitAnd squeeze, until the bed's, completely redI'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddah headThe stress is buildin' up, I can't,I can't believe suicide's on my fuckin' mindI want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' meNaw you wouldn't understand (nigga, talk to me please)You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New JackExcept when I cross over, there ain't no comin' backShould I die on the train track, like Remo in BeatstreetPeople at the funeral frontin' like they miss meMy baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm goneShe knew me and her sista had somethin' goin' onI reach my peak, I can't speak,call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak.I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin',matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'.[BANG](hey yo big...hey yo big)

ThatOne Guy

I was stupid for thinking my life was the best, if I had a choice I'd put a gun to my chest, or put it to my head maybe blow out my brains I feel lime my life is scarred I guess I have my mom to blame, the stuff she put me through can make a nigga go insane, not until now I never thought that it would change, and its hard to think cause all my thoughts are filled with pain, if my happiness is lost then its another mans to gain, Now I'm on the scene, tryna to make my pockets green, picture a kid who's seventeen, who always failed at everything he's ever dreamed, there's no reason to stay alive I might as well pack up and leave.........

dannyrod56

It's kind of scary when you know your gonna die, standing on this ledge not even asking god why.Just a jump, a quick thump and that will be the endasking the fucking devil what level he recommend. I remember Breaking locks - loading glocks bang bang? I never knocked. Front the loot or I shoot, bailing out through trash chutes. *CHHH(POLICE RADIO)* "-we got another nigga in pursuit-"-- of happiness though, corrupted by dark fucking soul. huh?Living like this got me ledged even steeper. -Bout to become a fucking leaperfeel my soul creep deeper to the reaper. So When I Die Fuck it I want to go to hell, cause Aint no point in rotting in a motherfucking cell, Will anybody miss me? Guess I'll never know. Fuck it my times up and I'm needed down below....

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