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Some information about 24 Hours To Live Lyrics Title: Mase - 24 Hours To Live lyrics Artist: Mase Album: Harlem World Visitors: 4 visitors have visited 24 Hours To Live Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. 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 therea 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 ghettoshow them what they could have if they never settle. Take every white kid from high class levelshow 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 Yoyo if I had twenty four hours to kick the bucketf**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 powerhop in the Eddie Bauer and go give all six to that poppy that sold me flour. Get a fresh baldymake a few callsshop at the mallshoot a little ball. Have all of my b**ches in one tellyat the same time. Spread it out on different floors. And I m gon play lottofor 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 mommawrote 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 rawbust the four fourspull out my d**k and take a p**s on the floor. Jump in the whipgit 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 Chorus: 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 fournigga gotta get the raw. Run all in papi s spotput 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 youyou 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 safeand 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 threeI 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 liveI 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 butI ll cherish every breath I know exactly where I m goinbut I m a send you there first. And with the sh** that I ll be doinI m a send you there worse I ve been livin with a curseand now it s all about to endbut before I gosay hello to my little friend. But I gots to make it rightreconcile with my mother. Try to explain to my sontell my girl I love her. See four up under the coatsnatch up my dogturn like three villains on Wall Streetinto a fog Out with a bangyou will remember my name. I wanted to live foreverbut this wasn t fame Chorus Heather (Heather315@aol.com) Hottest songs from Mase : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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