( PUFFY )
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 heterosexuals
Smack the conceded 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 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 niggaz how to spend stack the rest
Give blunts to the niggaz under massive stress
Give every bum on the street cash to invest
an hope Harlem World blow up be my last request
( JADA KISS )
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 and take care of grandson
Load the three power, hop in the Eddie Bauer
and go give all six to that poppy that sold me flour
Get a fresh baldy, make a few calls
Shop at the mall, shoot a little ball
Have all of my bitches in 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 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 bitch Jermaine Nile 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
( CHORUS 2X )
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 four nigga gotta get the raw
Run all in 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 poppy 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
An 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
( STILES )
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
Stiles on this shit 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 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'm a send you there first
And with the shit that I'll be doin, I'm a 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
See four up under the coat, snatch up my dog
Turn like three villains 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
( CHORUS 4X )