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24 Hours To Live - текст песни



24 Hours To Live


I want you to ask yourself one question


If you had twenty four hours to live, what would you do?


That's some deep shit right there, a lot of pressure


How would you handle it?


Mase, what would you do?








Yo, I'd turn out all the hoes that's heterosexual


Smack conceited niggas right off the pedestal


I'd even look for my dad that I never knew


And show him how I look in my Beretta, too


I'd do good shit like take kids from the ghetto


Show them what they could have if they never settle


Take every white kid from high class level


Show 'em what Christmas like growin' up in the ghetto


Teach niggas how to spend, stack the rest


Give blunts to the niggas under massive stress


Give every bum on the street cash to invest


And hope Harlem will blow up be my last request








Yo, yo if I had twenty four hours to kick the bucket, fuck it


I'd probably eat some fried chicken and drink a Nantucket


Then go get a jar from Branson


And make sure I leave my mother the money to take care of grandson


Load the three power, hop in the Eddie Bauer


And go give all six to that papi that sold me flour


Get a fresh baldy, make a few calls


Shop at the mall, shoot a lil' ball


Have all of my bitches on one telly at the same time


Spread it out on different floors


And I'm gon' play lotto, for what?


Even though I ain't gon' be here tomorrow, so what








You know when I was close to the ledge


I'd probably be in the wedge


With this bare spanish mami playin' 'tween my legs


Then I'm off to get choke and smoke one a them dreads


And get that bitch from '89 that gave us up to the feds


Thought of momma, wrote her a note, we ain't close


I hate her boyfriend so I put one in his throat


Fuck around and sniff an ounce of raw, bust the four


Fours, pull out my dick and take a piss on the floor


Jump in the whip, git them cats I wanted to git


Since the Tavern on the Green robbery in eighty-six


Went home took a shower in nice cold water


And spent my last hours wit my son and my daughter








Where would you go?


What would you do?


Who would you screw?


And who would you wanna notify?


Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?





If you had twenty four hours to live just think


Where would you go?


What would you do?


Who would you screw?


And who would you wanna notify?


Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?








What hey yo, if I had twenty four nigga gotta get the raw


Run all them papi's spot, put one in his head at the door


For the times that I paid for twenty an he gave me twelve


The other eight had to be baking soda by itself


So papi fuck you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank


With those bricks in a bookbag and a stolen Jag I just grabbed


Went in there grabbed the bank teller wit the pretty face


Fuck her in the safe, and have her take me to my place


We'll make a kid but that's selfish and that'll be bad


For my son to have the same shit his pops just had


And when I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be strapped wit TNT


Run up in city hall and take the judges wit me








If I had twenty four hours to live, I'd probably die on the fifth


Run in the station squeezin the inf'


I'll be waitin' to get to hell and bust down Satan


Styles' on this shit and I got spot vacant


Back to the twenty four I make it out the precinct


Shootin niggas that I hate in they face while they eatin'


I'm on the job robbin' every so-called Don


Give the money to my moms and tell her that I'm gone


I would school my little brother that niggas mean him harm


He should learn to tell the future without readin' palms


When they come in with the bullets, you prepared with the bomb


So fuck bein' violent get stocks and bonds








Twenty four left until my death


So I'm gon' waste alot of lives, but I'll cherish every breath


I know exactly where I'm goin', but I'mma send you there first


And with the shit that I'll be doin', I'mma send you there worse


I've been livin' with a curse, and now it's all about to end


But before I go, say hello to my little friend


But I gots to make it right, reconcile with my mother


Try to explain to my son, tell my girl I love her


C-4 up under the coat, snatch up my dog


Turn like three buildings on Wall Street, into a fog


Out with a bang, you will remember my name


I wanted to live forever, but this wasn't fame



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