| I want you to ask yourself one question
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| If you had 24 Hrs. |
| to live, what would you do?
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| That’s some deep shit right there, a lot of pressure
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| How would you handle it?
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| Mase, what would you do?
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| Yo, I’d turn out all the hoes that’s heterosexual
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| Smack conceited niggas right off the pedestal
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| I’d even look for my dad that I never knew
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| And show him how I look in my Beretta, too
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| I’d do good shit like take kids from the ghetto
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| Show them what they could have if they never settle
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| Take every white kid from high class level
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| Show 'em what Christmas like growin' up in the ghetto
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| Teach niggas how to spend, stack the rest
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| Give blunts to the niggas under massive stress
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| Give every bum on the street cash to invest
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| And hope Harlem will blow up be my last request
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| Yo, yo if I had 24 Hrs. |
| to kick the bucket, fuck it
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| I’d probably eat some fried chicken and drink a nantucket
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| Then go get a jar from Branson
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| And make sure I leave my mother, the money to take care of grandson
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| Load the three power, hop in the Eddie Bauer
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| And go give all six to that papi that sold me flour
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| Get a fresh baldy, make a few calls
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| Shop at the mall, shoot a lil' ball
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| Have all of my bitches on one telly at the same time
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| Spread it out on different floors
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| And I’m gon' play lotto, for what?
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| Even though I ain’t gon' be here tomorrow, so what
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| You know when I was close to the ledge
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| I’d probably be in the wedge
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| With this bare Spanish mami playin' 'tween my legs
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| Then I’m off to get choke and smoke one a them dreads
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| And get that bitch from '89 that gave us up to the feds
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| Thought of momma, wrote her a note, we ain’t close
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| I hate her boyfriend so I put one in his throat
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| Fuck around and sniff an ounce of raw, bust the four
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| Fours, pull out my dick and take a piss on the floor
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| Jump in the whip, get them cats I wanted to get
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| Since the Tavern on the green robbery in eighty-six
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| Went home, took a shower in nice cold water
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| And spent my last hours with my son and my daughter
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| If you had 24 Hrs. |
| to live just think
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| Where would you go?
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| What would you do?
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| Who would you screw?
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| And who would you wanna notify?
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| Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?
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| If you had 24 Hrs. |
| to live just think
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| Where would you go?
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| What would you do?
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| Who would you screw?
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| And who would you wanna notify?
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| Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?
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| What hey yo, if I had 24, nigga gotta get the raw
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| Run all them Papi’s spot, put one in his head at the door
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| For the times that I paid for 20 an he gave me twelve
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| The other eight had to be baking soda by itself
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| So papi fuck you, you dead now, I’m off to the bank
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| With those bricks in a bookbag and a stolen jag I just grabbed
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| Went in there grabbed the bank teller with the pretty face
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| Fuck her in the safe and have her take me to my place
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| We’ll make a kid but that’s selfish and that’ll be bad
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| For my son to have the same shit his pop’s just had
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| And when I’m down to 23, I’m a be strapped with TNT
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| Run up in City Hall and take the judges with me
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| If I had 24 Hrs. |
| to live, I’d probably die on the fifth
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| Run in the station squeezin' the inf'
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| I’ll be waitin' to get to hell and bust down Satan
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| Styles' on this shit and I got spot vacant
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| Back to the 24, I make it out the precinct
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| Shootin' niggas that I hate in they face while they eatin'
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| I’m on the job robbin' every so-called Don
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| Give the money to my moms and tell her that I’m gone
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| I would school my little brother that niggas mean him harm
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| He should learn to tell the future without readin' palms
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| When they come in with the bullets, you prepared with the bomb
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| So fuck bein' violent get stocks and bonds
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| 24 left until my death
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| So I’m gon' waste a lot of lives, but I’ll cherish every breath
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| I know exactly where I’m goin', but I’ma send you there first
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| And with the shit that I’ll be doin', I’ma send you there worse
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| I’ve been livin' with a curse, and now it’s all about to end
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| But before I go, say hello to my little friend
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| But I gots to make it right, reconcile with my mother
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| Try to explain to my son, tell my girl I love her
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| C-4 up under the coat, snatch up my dog
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| Turn like three buildings on Wall Street, into a fog
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| Out with a bang, you will remember my name
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| I wanted to live forever, but this wasn’t fame
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| If you had 24 Hrs. |
| to live just think
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| Where would you go?
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| What would you do?
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| Who would you screw?
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| And who would you wanna notify?
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| Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?
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| If you had 24 Hrs. |
| to live just think
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| Where would you go?
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| What would you do?
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| Who would you screw?
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| And who would you wanna notify?
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| Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?
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| If you had 24 Hrs. |
| to live just think
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| Where would you go?
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| What would you do?
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| Who would you screw?
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| And who would you wanna notify?
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| Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?
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| If you had 24 Hrs. |
| to live just think
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| Where would you go?
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| What would you do?
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| Who would you screw? |