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24 Hrs. to Live
Mase feat. The LOX, Black Rob & DMX
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I want you to ask yourself one question
If you had twenty-four hours to live
What would you do?
That's a deep shit right there
A lot of pressure
How would you handle that?
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
To show him how I look and 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, stash the rest
Give pistols to the niggas under massive stress
Give every bum on the street cash to invest
And hope Harlem World blow up, be my last request
Yo, yo, if I had twenty-four hours to kick the bucket
Shit, 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 in 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 a wedge
With this bad Spanish mami playin' 'tween my legs
Then I'm off to get choked and smoke one of them dreads
And get that bitch who made nine that gave us up to the feds
Thought of Mama, wrote her a note, we ain't close
I hate her boyfriend, so I put one in his throat
Fuck around and sniff a ounce of raw, bust the four
Pause, pull out my dick and take a piss on the floor
Jump in the whip, get them cats I wanted to get
Since the Tavern on the Green robbery in eighty-six
Went home, took a shower in ice-cold water
And spent my last hours with my son and my daughter
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 your ass deny that your ass is 'bout 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 your ass deny that your ass is 'bout to die?
Wha? Ayo
If I had twenty-four, shit, I gotta get the raw
Run all in papi's spot, put one in his head at the door
For them times that I paid for twenty and he gave me twelve
The other eight had to be bakin' 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
Runnin' in, grab the bank-teller with the pretty face
Put the dick in her safe and have her take me to my place
We'll make a kid, but that's selfish and that'd be bad
For my son to have the same shit his pops just had
And when I'm down to twenty-three, I'ma be strapped with TNT
Run up in City Hall and take the judges with me, what?
Twenty-four hours to live, I'll probably die on the fifth
Run in the station, squeezin' a M
I'll be waitin' to get to Hell and bust down Satan
Styles on this shit and I got spots vacant
Back to the twenty-four, I'll 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 ain't never mean him harm
You should learn to tell the future without readin' palms
When they comin' with the bullets, you prepare with the bomb
So fuck bein' violent, get stocks and bonds, what?
Twenty-four left until my death
So I'm gon' waste a lot of lives, but I'll cherish every breath
I know exactly where I'm goin', but I'ma send you there first
And with the shit that I'll be doin', I'ma 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
C4 up under the coat, snatch up my dog
Turn like three villains 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
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 your ass deny that your ass is 'bout 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 your ass deny that your ass is 'bout 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 your ass deny that your ass is 'bout 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 your ass deny that your ass is 'bout to die?
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