24 Hours To Live
Lox Ft. Mase Dmx And Black Rob Lyrics

Yo, I'd turn out all the hoes that's heterosexual
If I had only twenty-four hours to live, I would reject all the women who are not interested in same-sex relationships.

Smack conceited niggas right off the pedestal
I would humiliate arrogant individuals and knock them down from their self-constructed position of superiority.

I'd even look for my dad that I never knew
I would make an effort to search for my biological father, whom I have never met.

And show him how I look in my Beretta, too
I would proudly display my firearm, specifically a Beretta pistol, to my father to showcase my dangerous lifestyle.

I'd do good shit like take kids from the ghetto
I would rescue children from impoverished areas and offer them a glimpse of a better life.

Show them what they could have if they never settle
I would demonstrate to these children the possibilities and opportunities that await them if they refuse to accept mediocrity.

Take every white kid from high class level
I would gather privileged white children from affluent backgrounds and expose them to the realities of growing up in a disadvantaged neighborhood.

Show 'em what Christmas like growin' up in the ghetto
I would provide these privileged children with an immersive experience of celebrating Christmas in a low-income, inner-city environment.

Teach niggas how to spend, stack the rest
I would educate individuals on responsible spending and encourage them to save the remaining money.

Give blunts to the niggas under massive stress
I would offer marijuana joints to those experiencing immense pressure and stress as a means of temporary relief.

Give every bum on the street cash to invest
I would distribute money to homeless individuals on the streets and encourage them to invest it wisely.

And hope Harlem will blow up be my last request
As my final wish, I hope for Harlem, a neighborhood in New York City, to experience a significant positive transformation and development.

Yo, yo if I had twenty-four hours to kick the bucket, fuck it
If I only had twenty-four hours left to live, I would adopt a carefree attitude and disregard any consequences.

I'd probably eat some fried chicken and drink a Nantucket
I would indulge in a meal of fried chicken and enjoy a Nantucket, a brand of fruit juice, as a final culinary pleasure.

Then go get a jar from Branson
Afterward, I would obtain a jar, likely filled with drugs, from the Branson area, known for its drug trade.

And make sure I leave my mother the money to take care of grandson
I would ensure that my mother has enough money to support and provide for my child, her grandchild, after my passing.

Load the three power, hop in the Eddie Bauer
I would load a firearm called the 'three power' and enter a vehicle model named Eddie Bauer, most likely before engaging in criminal activities.

And go give all six to that papi that sold me flour
I would deliver all six bullets from my firearm to the drug dealer who deceived me by selling me a mixture of baking soda and flour instead of pure drugs.

Get a fresh baldy, make a few calls
I would shave my head to achieve a clean, bald appearance and proceed to make necessary phone calls for an undisclosed purpose.

Shop at the mall, shoot a lil' ball
I would go shopping at a mall and engage in a casual game of basketball.

Have all of my bitches on one telly at the same time
I would gather all of the women I am involved with and have them present in one location simultaneously.

Spread it out on different floors
I would ensure that these women are positioned on various levels or floors, likely for convenience and personal satisfaction.

And I'm gon' play lotto, for what?
I would participate in a lottery game, questioning the purpose or significance of doing so, given my limited time left to live.

Even though I ain't gon' be here tomorrow, so what
Despite knowing that I will not be alive the following day, I express indifference towards the outcome of the lottery.

You know when I was close to the ledge
At moments when I was on the verge of despair or contemplation of suicide

I'd probably be in the wedge
I would likely find myself in a risky or precarious situation

With this bare Spanish mami playin' 'tween my legs
Engaging in sexual intercourse with a scantily-clad Hispanic woman, pleasuring each other in an intimate manner

Then I'm off to get choke and smoke one a them dreads
Subsequently, I would seek out marijuana and smoke a joint with individuals who have dreadlocks

And get that bitch from '89 that gave us up to the feds
To seek revenge, I would track down the woman from 1989 who betrayed us and handed us over to the authorities

Thought of momma, wrote her a note, we ain't close
I would think about my mother, write her a letter expressing my thoughts and emotions, acknowledging our distant relationship

I hate her boyfriend so I put one in his throat
As a result of despising my mother's partner, I would retaliate by killing him, specifically shooting him in the throat

Fuck around and sniff an ounce of raw, bust the four
In a reckless manner, I would use drugs, possibly sniffing an ounce of uncut and potent drugs, and then discharge my firearm

Fours, pull out my dick and take a piss on the floor
I would retrieve my handgun, expose my genitals, and urinate on the ground, demonstrating a blatant disregard for social norms and decency

Jump in the whip, get them cats I wanted to git
I would swiftly enter a vehicle, locate and confront certain individuals I aimed to harm or confront

Since the Tavern on the Green robbery in eighty-six
Referring to a past criminal act, specifically a robbery at Tavern on the Green in 1986, I would continue my life of crime

Went home took a shower in nice cold water
Afterward, I would return home and cleanse myself by taking a refreshing shower with cold water

And spent my last hours wit my son and my daughter
I would dedicate my remaining time to be with my children, savoring those precious moments as my last before death

What hey yo, if I had twenty-four nigga gotta get the raw
Hey, if I only had twenty-four hours left, I would prioritize obtaining illegal drugs

Run all them pappi's spot, put one in his head at the door
I would invade the territories of various drug dealers, targeting one of them by shooting him in the head upon entry

For the times that I paid for twenty and he gave me twelve
In retaliation for instances when I purchased twenty units of drugs but only received twelve, I would seek retribution

The other eight had to be baking soda by itself
I suspect that the remaining eight units were merely baking soda instead of actual drugs

So pappi fuck you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank
Therefore, drug dealer, I express my contempt toward you and declare your impending demise, after which I will proceed to a bank

With those bricks in a bookbag and a stolen Jag I just grabbed
Carrying illegal drugs in a backpack, I would drive away in a stolen Jaguar that I recently acquired

Went in there grabbed the bank teller wit the pretty face
Once inside the bank, I would physically seize the bank teller who possesses an attractive appearance

Fuck her in the safe, and have her take me to my place
I would engage in sexual intercourse with her inside the bank's vault and compel her to escort me to my desired location afterward

We'll make a kid but that's selfish and that'll be bad
Although it may seem self-centered and detrimental, I would impregnate her, resulting in the birth of a child

For my son to have the same shit his pops just had
To ensure a similar lifestyle for my own son, I aim to provide him with the same opportunities and possessions I possess

And when I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be strapped wit TNT
As my remaining time diminishes to twenty-three hours, I would equip myself with explosives, specifically TNT

Run up in city hall and take the judges wit me
I would forcefully enter a city hall building and abduct the judges, taking them hostage

If I had twenty-four hours to live, I'd probably die on the fifth
Supposing I had only twenty-four hours remaining, my anticipated death would likely occur on the fifth hour

Run in the station squeezin the inf'
I would rush into a police station, discharging my firearm indiscriminately

I'll be waitin' to get to hell and bust down Satan
I would eagerly anticipate arriving in hell to confront Satan and engage in combat or defiance

Styles' on this shit and I got spot vacant
Referring to myself, Styles, I am present and actively participating in this situation, displaying my prowess, while also indicating an available position or opportunity

Back to the twenty-four I make it out the precinct
Returning to the twenty-four-hour timeframe, I manage to escape from a police precinct or detention facility

Shootin niggas that I hate in they face while they eatin'
I would shoot individuals I despise directly in their faces while they are in the midst of consuming a meal

I'm on the job robbin' every so-called Don
Actively engaged in criminal activities, I would target and steal from individuals who perceive themselves as influential or powerful

Give the money to my moms and tell her that I'm gone
After acquiring the stolen funds, I would deliver the money to my mother and inform her of my imminent departure from this world

I would school my little brother that niggas mean him harm
I would provide my younger sibling with essential knowledge and awareness regarding individuals who pose a threat or danger to him

He should learn to tell the future without readin' palms
I would advise my brother to develop the ability to anticipate and predict future events without relying on traditional fortune-telling methods

When they come in with the bullets, you prepared with the bomb
Upon encountering adversaries armed with firearms, I encourage my brother to counterattack with explosives

So fuck bein' violent get stocks and bonds
Rather than resorting to violence, I suggest engaging in the world of investment by acquiring stocks and bonds

Twenty-four left until my death
Only twenty-four hours remain before my inevitable demise

So I'm gon' waste a lot of lives, but I'll cherish every breath
Within this limited timeframe, I intend to cause harm or take numerous lives, yet I will still value and appreciate every remaining moment of my existence

I know exactly where I'm goin', but I'mma send you there first
I possess a clear understanding of my destination after death, and I intend to send others to that place before me

And with the shit that I'll be doin', I'mma send you there worse
As a result of the reprehensible acts I commit, I will ensure that those who encounter my aggression will experience a deeper level of suffering

I've been livin' with a curse, and now it's all about to end
My life has been plagued by a curse or misfortune, and now, as my existence nears its conclusion, I sense relief and closure

But before I go, say hello to my little friend
Prior to my departure, I request that you greet my small weapon or firearm, alluding to the famous line from the film 'Scarface'

But I gots to make it right, reconcile with my mother
However, I must rectify past conflicts and repair my relationship with my mother

Try to explain to my son, tell my girl I love her
I will endeavor to communicate and clarify matters with my son, while also expressing my feelings of love to my significant other

C-4 up under the coat, snatch up my dog
I would conceal C-4 explosive material beneath my clothing, then proceed to seize or kidnap my close associate

Turn like three buildings on Wall Street, into a fog
Afterwards, I would create chaos and confusion by causing three buildings in the Wall Street area to explode and become engulfed in smoke

Out with a bang, you will remember my name
I would conclude my existence in a spectacular manner, ensuring that my name remains etched in people's memory through my actions

I wanted to live forever, but this wasn't fame
While my desire was to attain immortality and be remembered forever, my current actions and situation do not represent my desired form of fame or legacy

If you had twenty-four hours to live just think
If you found yourself with only twenty-four hours left to live, pause and contemplate

Where would you go?
Reflect upon the places you would choose to visit

What would you do?
Consider the actions you would take or the experiences you would seek

Who would you screw?
Contemplate the individuals with whom you would engage in sexual activities

And who would you wanna notify?
Decide whom you would want to inform or communicate with

Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?
Alternatively, would you deny or refuse to accept the fact that your demise is imminent?