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    Default 24 hours to live - Alcatraz presents Jahny Jigler

    Back in the day The song 24 hours to live came out ,Here are the lyrics this thread is asking you what would you do if you had 24 hours yo live.

    [Featuring Black Rob DMX The Lox Puff Daddy]
    Puff Daddy:
    I want you to ask yourself one question
    If you had 24 hours to live... what would you do?
    That's some deep shit right there
    A lot of pressure how would you handle it? Ma$e... what would you do?
    Ma$e:
    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 and my Beretta too I'd do good shit, like take kids from the ghetto
    Show them what they could have if they never settled
    Take every white kid from high-class levels
    Show them what Christmas' like, growin' up in the ghetto
    Teach niggas how to spend, stack the rest
    Give blunts to them niggas under massive stress Give every bum on the street cash to invest and
    Hope Harlem World blow'll be my last request
    Jadakiss:
    Yo, yo, if I had 24 hours to kick the bucket, fuck it
    I'd probably eat some fried chicken, and drink in Nantucket
    Then go get a job from Brandson And make sure I leave my mother the money to take care of grandson
    Load the 3 Power, hop in the Eddie Bauer
    And go give all 6 to that pappy dat 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 gonna play Lotto, for what?
    Even though I ain't gonna be here tomorrow, so what, so what?
    Black Rob:
    You know when I was close to the ledge, I'd probably be in the wedge
    With this bad Spanish mommy playin between my legs Then I'm off to get choked and smoke one of them dreads
    And get that bitch a million dollars that gave us up to the feds
    Thought of momma, wrote her a note, we ain't close
    I hate her boyfriend, so I'll put one in his throat
    Fuck around and sniff a ounce of raw, bust a 4
    Pause, 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 '86
    Went home took a shower in ice cold water
    And spend my last hours with my son and my daughter
    Chorus: Puff Daddy
    If you had 24 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 that yo ass about to die?
    If you had 24 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 that yo ass about to die?
    Sheek:
    What, hey yo, if I had 24, nigga gotta get the raw
    Run all in pappy's spot, put one in his head at the door
    For the times that I payed for 20 and he gave me 12
    The other 8 had to be baking soda by itself So pappy, fuck you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank
    With those bricks in a book bag and a stolen Jag I just grabbed
    Run in there, grab 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'd be bad
    For my son to have the same shit his pops just had And when I'm down to 23, I'ma be strapped wit TNT
    Run up in City Hall and take the judges with me
    Styles:
    24 hours to live, I'd probably die on the 5th
    Run in the station squeezing the imph
    I'll be waitin to get to hell and bust down Satan Styles on this shit, and I got spots vacant
    Back to the 24, I make it out tha precinct
    Shoot niggas that I hate in their face while they eatin'
    I'm on the job robbing 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 to harm You should learn to tell the future without reading palms
    When they come in wit the bullets you prepare with the bomb
    So fuck being violent, get stocks and bonds, what?
    DMX:
    24 left until my death
    Sure, I'm gon waste a lot of lives, but I'll cherish every breath I know exactly where I'm going, but I'ma send you there first
    And with the shit that I be doing, I'ma send you there worse
    I've been living 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 C4 up under the coat, snatch up my dog
    Turn like 3 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

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    24 hours to live something gotta give
    I'd have a threesome with Nicky and Eve
    Tell Gaga tape this action 3d please
    Call uncle snoop tell him take care of my seeds
    Get high of my last piece of weed
    That Zimbabwean grade is the best indeed
    Give my mom all the assets I own
    Tell my girl bitch you's on your own
    On to my last four I'd spend shooting at cops
    Torture the ones I kidnap make em watch Lost
    Give my black skin a tan burn Down Nypd with Ghost
    Before I go I'm leaving evidence Bush knocked out
    The towers in my heart got pictures of Me punching George

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    Razor sharp gillotines blood gush the scene
    Radiant minds that ignite take one for the team
    Stars scream as darts end visual dreams on scene
    It's obscene minds collide over premature deaths
    The birth an obsession a suction hold length And girth
    Caskets are closed souls are robbed bodies dumped my turf
    Red and green blood over money it's funny not Allen green
    I gave you metaphors and prose u ignored yo destiny u chose
    murder each last one of y'all spit my weapon of choice
    It's the words that caught u off guard u died and heard my voice
    Hells gates are this way hell this way eardrums popped off the heat
    24 hours to live but you idiots thought live on stage
    This ain't a blog into the fog I led you deadly gaseous odours
    To the promised land I have led you fast lane posh two doors
    No survivors just u n me these gates await meet yo maker
    On yo heard u fell tombstone between knees the Undertaker
    Pealing yo skin I saw those horns the snakely tail in chilly detail
    The grimmly voice the slimy skin RIP those demons got you

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