The Notorious B.I.G. - Suicidal Thoughts (Traduction Française) lyrics

[Puff Daddy]
"Hello, aw, sh*t n*gga
What the f*ck time is it
Oh, goddamn, n*gga do you know what time it is
Aw, sh*t, what the f*ck is going on
You alright? n*gga what the f*ck is wrong with you"

[Notorious B.I.G.]
When I die, f*ck it I wanna go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of sh*t, it ain't hard to f*ckin' tell
It don't make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies
God'll prolly have me on some real strict sh*t
No sleepin' all day, no gettin' my di*k licked
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise
f*ck that sh*t, 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 wished she got a f*cking abortion
She don't even love me like she did when I was younger
Suckin' on her chest just to stop my f*ckin' 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, (naw n*gga, not you)
I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bullsh*t
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull sh*t
And squeeze, until the bed's completely red
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless f*ckin' buddah head
The stress is building up, I can't
I can't believe suicide's on my f*cking mind, I wanna leave
I swear to God I feel like death is f*cking calling me
Naw you wouldn't understand
n*gga, talk to me please
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 fronting like they miss me
My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone
She knew me and her sister had somethin' goin' on
I reach my peak, I can't speak
Call my n*gga Chic, tell him that my will is weak
I'm sick of n*ggas lying, I'm sick of b*tches hawkin'
Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin' (BANG)
[Puff Daddy]
Ayo Big, ayo Big