24 Hours To Live
Mase / Black Rob / DMX / LOX Lyrics

I want you to ask yourself one question
Reflect on this deeply

If you had twenty four hours to live, what would you do?
Imagine the choices you would make with limited time

That's some deep shit right there, a lot of pressure
It's a profound and challenging situation

How would you handle it?
How would you navigate through it?

Mase, what would you do?
Mase, specifically, what choices would you make?

Yo, I'd turn out all the hoes that's heterosexual
I would reject all promiscuous women who prefer men

Smack conceited niggas right off the pedestal
Physically confront arrogant individuals and knock them down

I'd even look for my dad that I never knew
I would actively search for my absent father

And show him how I look in my Beretta, too
I'd display my firearm to impress him

I'd do good shit like take kids from the ghetto
I would rescue disadvantaged children from impoverished neighborhoods

Show them what they could have if they never settle
Demonstrate the possibilities if they don't accept less in life

Take every white kid from high class level
Remove privileged white children from their elite social status

Show 'em what Christmas like growin' up in the ghetto
Exhibit the experience of celebrating Christmas in a disadvantaged area

Teach niggas how to spend, stack the rest
Educate individuals on responsible financial management

Give blunts to the niggas under massive stress
Provide marijuana joints to those facing extreme pressure

Give every bum on the street cash to invest
Offer money to homeless individuals for investment purposes

And hope Harlem will blow up be my last request
Desire for Harlem, a neighborhood in New York City, to thrive as a final wish

Yo, yo if I had twenty four hours to kick the bucket, fuck it
If facing imminent death, I wouldn't care

I'd probably eat some fried chicken and drink a Nantucket
I would enjoy a meal of fried chicken with a Nantucket beverage

Then go get a jar from Branson
Obtain a container, likely filled with illegal substances, from Branson

And make sure I leave my mother the money to take care of grandson
Ensure that my mother has the financial means to care for my child

Load the three power, hop in the Eddie Bauer
Prepare the firearm, get into the Eddie Bauer vehicle

And go give all six to that papi that sold me flour
Hand over all six bullets to the individual who previously sold me drugs

Get a fresh baldy, make a few calls
Shave my head, make some phone calls

Shop at the mall, shoot a lil' ball
Go shopping, play some basketball

Have all of my bitches on one telly at the same time
Gather all of my female companions in one location simultaneously

Spread it out on different floors
Distribute them across various levels or rooms

And I'm gon' play lotto, for what?
Why would I bother playing the lottery?

Even though I ain't gon' be here tomorrow, so what
Despite not being alive the next day, it doesn't matter

You know when I was close to the ledge
When I was on the verge of losing control

I'd probably be in the wedge
I would likely be involved in risky situations

With this bare spanish mami playin' 'tween my legs
Engaging in sexual activities with a naked Latina woman

Then I'm off to get choke and smoke one a them dreads
Proceed to acquire and smoke marijuana alongside Rastafarians

And get that bitch from '89 that gave us up to the feds
Seek out the woman from 1989 who betrayed us to the authorities

Thought of momma, wrote her a note, we ain't close
Reflecting on my mother and writing her a letter, despite not having a close relationship

I hate her boyfriend so I put one in his throat
I despise her partner, so I harm or kill him violently

Fuck around and sniff an ounce of raw, bust the four
Experiment with a large quantity of uncut drugs, and shoot with a firearm

Fours, pull out my dick and take a piss on the floor
Retrieve my penis and urinate on the ground

Jump in the whip, git them cats I wanted to git
Quickly enter the vehicle, then pursue my intended targets

Since the Tavern on the Green robbery in eighty-six
Since the criminal act committed at Tavern on the Green in 1986

Went home took a shower in nice cold water
Returned home and showered with refreshing cold water

And spent my last hours wit my son and my daughter
Devoted my final moments to being with my children

What hey yo, if I had twenty four nigga gotta get the raw
If I had twenty-four hours left, I would acquire illegal drugs

Run all them papi's spot, put one in his head at the door
Enter all the places where drugs are sold and fatally shoot the drug dealers

For the times that I paid for twenty an he gave me twelve
In response to the occasions when I paid for twenty units of drugs but received only twelve

The other eight had to be baking soda by itself
The remaining eight units were likely comprised solely of baking soda

So papi fuck you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank
Disregard the drug dealer, as he is now deceased, and proceed to the bank

With those bricks in a bookbag and a stolen Jag I just grabbed
Carrying the drugs in a backpack and driving a recently stolen Jaguar

Went in there grabbed the bank teller wit the pretty face
Entered the bank, forcefully took hold of the attractive bank teller

Fuck her in the safe, and have her take me to my place
Engage in sexual intercourse with her inside the vault, and then request she accompanies me

We'll make a kid but that's selfish and that'll be bad
Conceive a child together, but that would be self-centered and detrimental

For my son to have the same shit his pops just had
For my son to experience the same hardships as his father

And when I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be strapped wit TNT
As I approach twenty-three hours remaining, I will possess explosives

Run up in city hall and take the judges wit me
Storm into city hall and forcefully bring the judges with me

If I had twenty four hours to live, I'd probably die on the fifth
If I only had twenty-four hours left, I'd likely succumb to death on the fifth hour

Run in the station squeezin the inf'
Enter the police station and open fire recklessly

I'll be waitin' to get to hell and bust down Satan
I will patiently wait to arrive in hell and violently confront Satan

Styles' on this shit and I got spot vacant
Styles P is involved in this situation, and I have an available position

Back to the twenty four I make it out the precinct
Returning to the twenty-four-hour timeframe, I manage to escape the police station

Shootin niggas that I hate in they face while they eatin'
Firing bullets at people I despise while they are in the act of eating

I'm on the job robbin' every so-called Don
I am engaged in a criminal activity, stealing from individuals who claim to be powerful figures

Give the money to my moms and tell her that I'm gone
Hand over the stolen funds to my mother and inform her of my departure

I would school my little brother that niggas mean him harm
Educate my younger brother to be aware of individuals who wish him ill

He should learn to tell the future without readin' palms
He should develop the ability to predict the future without relying on palm reading

When they come in with the bullets, you prepared with the bomb
When they attack with bullets, be ready to retaliate with explosives

So fuck bein' violent get stocks and bonds
Therefore, abandon violence and instead invest in stocks and bonds

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

So I'm gon' waste alot of lives, but I'll cherish every breath
I will cause the deaths of multiple individuals, yet I will appreciate every moment I have left

I know exactly where I'm goin', but I'mma send you there first
I have certainty about my destination, but I will ensure you arrive there before me

And with the shit that I'll be doin', I'mma send you there worse
Through the actions I will undertake, I will make your arrival there even more unbearable

I've been livin' with a curse, and now it's all about to end
I have been plagued by a curse, and now that affliction is about to conclude

But before I go, say hello to my little friend
However, before I depart, greet my small firearm

But I gots to make it right, reconcile with my mother
However, it is necessary for me to make amends and seek forgiveness from my mother

Try to explain to my son, tell my girl I love her
Attempt to provide an explanation to my son, and express my love to my girlfriend

C-4 up under the coat, snatch up my dog
Attach explosives underneath my coat, and take hold of my loyal companion

Turn like three buildings on Wall Street, into a fog
Cause significant destruction on Wall Street, resulting in a cloud of smoke

Out with a bang, you will remember my name
Exit spectacularly, ensuring that my name is forever remembered

I wanted to live forever, but this wasn't fame
Although I desired immortality, this was not the path to achieve fame

If you had twenty four hours to live just think
Consider the consequences if you only had twenty-four hours left

Where would you go?
Where would you choose to spend your time?

What would you do?
What actions or activities would you engage in?

Who would you screw?
With whom would you engage in sexual activity?

And who would you wanna notify?
Whom would you want to inform or contact?

Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?
Would you refuse to acknowledge that you are about to meet your demise?

What hey yo, if I had twenty four nigga gotta get the raw
What would you do if you had only twenty-four hours remaining?

Run all them papi's spot, put one in his head at the door
Would you rush to confront drug dealers and instantly kill them?

For the times that I paid for twenty an he gave me twelve
As a response to being shortchanged by drug dealers in the past

The other eight had to be baking soda by itself
The remaining units were likely counterfeit drugs consisting solely of baking soda

So papi fuck you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank
Regarding the now-deceased drug dealer, I dismissively say goodbye and proceed to the bank

With those bricks in a bookbag and a stolen Jag I just grabbed
Carrying the drugs in a backpack and driving a recently stolen Jaguar

Went in there grabbed the bank teller wit the pretty face
Entering the bank, I forcibly seize the attractive bank teller

Fuck her in the safe, and have her take me to my place
Engage in sexual intercourse with her inside the vault, and then request she escorts me home

We'll make a kid but that's selfish and that'll be bad
Although it is selfish, we would create a child, which would ultimately have negative consequences

For my son to have the same shit his pops just had
For my son to experience the same difficulties that I have faced

And when I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be strapped wit TNT
As I approach twenty-three hours remaining, I will possess explosives

Run up in city hall and take the judges wit me
Storm into city hall and forcefully bring the judges with me

If I had twenty four hours to live, I'd probably die on the fifth
If I only had twenty-four hours left, I'd likely succumb to death on the fifth hour

Run in the station squeezin the inf'
Enter the police station and open fire recklessly

I'll be waitin' to get to hell and bust down Satan
I will patiently wait to arrive in hell and violently confront Satan

Styles' on this shit and I got spot vacant
Styles P is involved in this situation, and I have an available position

Back to the twenty four I make it out the precinct
Returning to the twenty-four-hour timeframe, I manage to escape the police station

Shootin niggas that I hate in they face while they eatin'
Firing bullets at people I despise while they are in the act of eating

I'm on the job robbin' every so-called Don
I am engaged in a criminal activity, stealing from individuals who claim to be powerful figures

Give the money to my moms and tell her that I'm gone
Hand over the stolen funds to my mother and inform her of my departure

I would school my little brother that niggas mean him harm
Educate my younger brother to be aware of individuals who wish him ill

He should learn to tell the future without readin' palms
He should develop the ability to predict the future without relying on palm reading

When they come in with the bullets, you prepared with the bomb
When they attack with bullets, be ready to retaliate with explosives

So fuck bein' violent get stocks and bonds
Therefore, abandon violence and instead invest in stocks and bonds

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

So I'm gon' waste alot of lives, but I'll cherish every breath
I will cause the deaths of multiple individuals, yet I will appreciate every moment I have left

I know exactly where I'm goin', but I'mma send you there first
I have certainty about my destination, but I will ensure you arrive there before me

And with the shit that I'll be doin', I'mma send you there worse
Through the actions I will undertake, I will make your arrival there even more unbearable

I've been livin' with a curse, and now it's all about to end
I have been plagued by a curse, and now that affliction is about to conclude

But before I go, say hello to my little friend
However, before I depart, greet my small firearm

But I gots to make it right, reconcile with my mother
However, it is necessary for me to make amends and seek forgiveness from my mother

Try to explain to my son, tell my girl I love her
Attempt to provide an explanation to my son, and express my love to my girlfriend

C-4 up under the coat, snatch up my dog
Attach explosives underneath my coat, and take hold of my loyal companion

Turn like three buildings on Wall Street, into a fog
Cause significant destruction on Wall Street, resulting in a cloud of smoke

Out with a bang, you will remember my name
Exit spectacularly, ensuring that my name is forever remembered

I wanted to live forever, but this wasn't fame
Although I desired immortality, this was not the path to achieve fame

If you had twenty four hours to live just think
Consider the consequences if you only had twenty-four hours left

Where would you go?
Where would you choose to spend your time?

What would you do?
What actions or activities would you engage in?

Who would you screw?
With whom would you engage in sexual activity?

And who would you wanna notify?
Whom would you want to inform or contact?

Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?
Would you refuse to acknowledge that you are about to meet your demise?