Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 24 Hrs. to Live, artist - Mase. Album song Harlem World, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.04.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bad Boy
Song language: English
24 Hrs. to Live |
I want you to ask yourself one question |
If you had 24 Hrs. |
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? |
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 |
Yo, yo if I had 24 Hrs. |
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 |
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, get them cats I wanted to get |
Since the Tavern on the green robbery in eighty-six |
Went home, took a shower in nice cold water |
And spent my last hours with my son and my daughter |
If you had 24 Hrs. |
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 24 Hrs. |
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 24, 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 20 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 with 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 pop’s just had |
And when I’m down to 23, I’m a be strapped with TNT |
Run up in City Hall and take the judges with me |
If I had 24 Hrs. |
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 24, 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 |
24 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 |
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 |
If you had 24 Hrs. |
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 24 Hrs. |
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 24 Hrs. |
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 24 Hrs. |
to live just think |
Where would you go? |
What would you do? |
Who would you screw? |