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Versuri Mase f Black Rob DMX The Lox Puff Daddy - 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?   
 That's some deep shit right there, a lot of pressure 
 How would you handle it? 
 Mase, what would you do? 
  
 [Mase] 
 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 
  
 [Jadakiss] 
 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 
  
 [Black Rob] 
 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 
  
 1 - 	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? 
  
 [Sheek] 
 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 
  
 [Styles] 
 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 
  
 [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'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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