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| MA$E | 24 Hours To Live |
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I want you to ask yourself one question
If you had twenty four hours to live, what would you do?
Thats some deep shit right there, a lot of pressure
How would you handle it?
Mase, what would you do?
Yo, Id turn out all the hoes thats heterosexual
Smack conceited niggas right off the pedestal
Id even look for my dad that I never knew
And show him how I look in my Beretta, too
Id 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
Id 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 Im gon play lotto, for what?
Even though I aint gon be here tomorrow, so what
You know when I was close to the ledge
Id probably be in the wedge
With this bare spanish mami playin tween my legs
Then Im 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 aint 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
- 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?
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 papis 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, Im 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
Well make a kid but thats selfish and thatll be bad
For my son to have the same shit his pops just had
And when Im down to twenty three, Im a be strapped wit TNT
Run up in city hall and take the judges wit me
If I had twenty four hours to live, Id probably die on the fifth
Run in the station squeezin the inf
Ill 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
Im on the job robbin every so-called Don
Give the money to my moms and tell her that Im 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 Im gon waste alot of lives, but Ill cherish every breath
I know exactly where Im goin, but Imma send you there first
And with the shit that Ill be doin, Imma send you there worse
Ive been livin with a curse, and now its 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 wasnt fame
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