The Notorious B.I.G. - Suicidal Thoughts (Izzamuzzic Remix)

Suicide doesn't end pain, it just gives it to another person. Stay strong out there.

I wish rap music like this could come back.

Anyone here, who is not depressed and just enjoying our homeboi Biggie on this dark masterpiece of beat??

As a mid 40’s man I have had those thoughts. Had them when this came out. Still have them sometimes now. Just take it one day at a time and believe in yourself. It will pass! You are loved!

"he ain't fat, he just full of lyrircs"

My friend commited suicide 2 days ago and I remember I heard this song in his car playlist but never really thought he's going through depression, he was always a happy, fun person. I wish I understood all this earlier and helped him somehow. May he rest in peace 😔😔

Masterpiece. Even 6 yrs later still the best remix of this banger

Izzamuzzic is insanely talented. Hearing classics as if it's new music! I'm an old head and appreciate that sort of thing.

Rap music will never be the same without you biggie

this always makes me coldblooded instead depressive

Biggie wow I remember watching live interviews and he seemed to struggle to breathe responding to questions. Yet he could rap for hours. When he was rapping he was truly living RIP you're missed now and forever. You were so far ahead of the game.

Izzamuzzic превратил классный но обычный гангста рэп в музыкальный шедевр! Вадим ты гений! 🎶🎶👍👍👏👏

What a strong remix.

R.I.P Biggie

Hearing this song since months... Never getting boring. One of the best rmx I've ever heard. Fist in the air. ✊🏻

one of those songs you cant appreciate unless you relate to it.

"People at the funeral, frontin' like they miss me"

I think Biggie would like this remix.

LYRICS --- When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell 'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell It don't make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies God'll probably have me on some real strict shit No sleepin' all day, no gettin' my dick licked Hangin' with the goodie-goodies, loungin' in paradise Fuck that shit, 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 drugs to extortion I know my mother wish she got a fuckin' abortion She don't even love me like she did when I was younger Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger I wonder; if I died, would tears come 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? I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bullshit Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit And squeeze until the bed's completely red I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddha head The stress is buildin' up, I can't— I can't believe Suicide's on my fuckin' mind, I wanna leave I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me But nah, 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 no comin' back Should I die on the train track like Ramo in Beat Street? People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me My baby mama kiss me, but she glad I'm gone She know me and her sister had somethin' goin' on I reach my peak, I can't speak Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin' Matter of fact I'm sick of talkin'

I ain't even depressed this song just goes hard 😂