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[Puff Daddy]
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I want you to ask yourself one question
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If you had twenty four hours 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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[Mase]
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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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[Jadakiss]
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Yo, yo if I had twenty four hours 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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[Black Rob]
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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, git them cats I wanted to git
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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 wit my son and my daughter
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1 - If you had twenty four hours 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 twenty four hours 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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[Sheek]
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What hey yo, if I had twenty four 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 twenty 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 wit 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 pops just had
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And when I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be strapped wit TNT
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Run up in city hall and take the judges wit me
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[Styles]
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If I had twenty four hours 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 twenty four 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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[DMX]
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Twenty four left until my death
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So I'm gon' waste alot of lives, but I'll cherish every breath
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I know exactly where I'm goin', but I'mma send you there first
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And with the shit that I'll be doin', I'mma 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 |