24 Hours To Live Lyrics

Intro: Puff Daddy
I want you to ask yourself one question: If you had twenty four hours to live,
what would you do? That's some deep sh** right there, a lot of pressure How
would you handle it? Mase what would you do?
[Mase]
Yo I'd turn out all the h**s that's heterosexuals. Smack conceited niggaz
right off the pedestal. I'd even look for my dad that I never knew and show
him how I look and my Beretta too. I'd do good sh** 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 niggaz how to spend stack the rest. Give blunts to the niggaz
under massive stress. Give every bum on the street cash to invest and hope.
Harlem World blow up be my last request
[Jada Kiss]
Yo, yo if I had twenty four hours to kick the bucket, f**k 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 and take care of grandson. Load the
three power, hop in the Eddie Bauer and go give all six to that poppy that
sold me flour. Get a fresh baldy, make a few calls, shop at the mall, shoot a
little ball. Have all of my b**ches 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?
[Black Rob]
You know when I was close to the leads I'd probably be in the wed 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 b**ch Jermaine Nile 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. F**k around and sniff an ounce of raw, bust the four
fours, pull out my d**k and take a p**s 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
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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 it that your ass about to die?
[Sheek]
What hey yo if I had twenty four, nigga gotta get the raw. Run all in 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 poppy
f**k 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. F**k 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
sh** his pops just had. An 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
[Stiles]
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.
Stiles on this sh**and I got spot vacant. Back to the twenty four I make it
out the precinct. Shootin niggaz that I hate in they face while they eatin I'm
on the job robbin every so-called Don Givin money to my moms and tell her that
I'm gone I would school my little brother that niggaz mean him harm. You
should learn to tell the future without readin palms When they come in with
the bullets you prepared with the bomb So f** being violent get stocks and
bonds
[DMX]
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'm a send you there
first. And with the sh** that I'll be doin, I'm a 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. See four 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
Chorus

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