text: When I die..
  Thats what I was...I wasnt killing myself shit
  Fuck,if I was gay,I wouldnt have to worry about nothin
  I could just lay up,and be in heaven when I die
  When I die,fuck it,I wanna go to hell
  Cause Im a piece of shit,it aint hard to fucking tell
  It dont make sense going to heaven with the goodie goodies
  Dressed in white,I like black Timbs and black hoodies
  Godll prolly have me on some real strict shit
  No sleeping all day,no getting my dick licked
   Hanging with the goodie goodies
  Loungin in paradise,fuck that shit
  I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
  All my life Ive been considered as the worst
  Lyin to my mother,even stealing out her purse
  Crime after crime,from drugs to extortion
  I bet my mother wish he got a fuckin abortion
  She dont even love me like she did when I was younger
  Sucking on her chest,just to stop my fuckin hunger
  I wonder if I die,would tears come to her eyes
  Forgive me for my disrespect
   Forgive me for my lies
  I wasnt even like
  How am I feeling right now?I feel like killing myself
  ....It wasnt like that,I was just thinking like
  Damn,stressed up in the same fucking room
  My baby mothers 8 months,my little sisters 2
  Whos to blame for both of em
  I swear to God I wanna just slit my wrists and end this bullshit
  Throw the Magnum to my head threaten to pull shit
  And squeeze..until the beds,completely red
  Im glad Im dead,a worthless fucking Buddha head
  The stress is building up,I cant
  I cant believe suicides on my fucking mind,I wanna leave
  I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin calling me
  Nah,you wouldnt understand..
  You see its kinda like what crack did to Pookie
  In New Jack,except when I cross over,
  There aint no coming back
  Should I die on the train tracks,like Ramo in Beat Street
  People at the funeral fronting like they miss me
  My baby momma kissed me but she glad Im gone
  She knew me and her sister had something going on
  I reached my peak,I cant speak
  Call my nigga Chic,tell him that my will is weak
  Im sick of niggas lying,Im sick of bitches hawkin
  Matter fact,Im sick of talking
  Yo whattup man,did you hear that new toot
  Shit,nigga was talking bout how I fucked yo bitch,you know all that Shit and he was dissin and shit
  I was like Yo,what?then I look in the back seat
  This is true talk,cant make this shit up
  This mofucka look in the back seat and was like
  Oh shit,B.I.G!Lemme get a autograph
  Yo,nigga
  Yeah
  Uh
  I like my fleak,and tell me like
  I got on...
  Earlier this day in Los Angeles,Wallace,
  Also known as Biggie Smalls was shot from a
  Passing vehicle
  He had been named Rap Artist of The Year at the
  Billboard Awards 1995