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24 Hrs. to Live (feat. The Lox, Black Rob & DMX)
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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Ma$e
Ma$e
Stimme und Gesang
The LOX
The LOX
Stimme und Gesang
DMX
DMX
Stimme und Gesang
Black Rob
Black Rob
Stimme und Gesang
J-Dub
J-Dub
Programmierung
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
D. Styles
D. Styles
Songwriter:in
Robert Ross
Robert Ross
Songwriter:in
Sean Combs
Sean Combs
Songwriter:in
Carlos Broady
Carlos Broady
Songwriter:in
Deric "D-Dot" Angelettie
Deric "D-Dot" Angelettie
Songwriter:in
Nashiem Myrick
Nashiem Myrick
Songwriter:in
Mason Betha
Mason Betha
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Carlos Broady
Carlos Broady
Produzent:in
Deric "D-Dot" Angelettie
Deric "D-Dot" Angelettie
Produzent:in
Sean "Puffy" Combs
Sean "Puffy" Combs
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Nashiem Myrick
Nashiem Myrick
Produzent:in
Herb Powers
Herb Powers
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Michael Patterson
Michael Patterson
Mischtechniker:in
Stephen Dent
Stephen Dent
Aufnahmeingenieur:in

Songteksten

[Verse 1]
I want you to ask yourself one question
If you had 24 hrs. to live
What would you do?
That's some deep **** right there
A lot of personal ****
How would you handle it?
Mase, what would you do?
[Verse 2]
Yo, I'd turn a lola
It's heterosexual
Smack conceited **** right off the pedestal
I even look for my dad that I never knew
To show him how I look and my Barretta too
I do good **** like take kids from the ghetto
Show them what they can have if they never settle
Take every white kid from high class level
Show 'em what Christmas like growin' up in the ghetto
Teach **** how to spend, stash the rest
Give **** to the **** under massive stress
Give every bum on the street cash to invest
And hope Harlem won't blow up, be my last request
[Verse 3]
Yo, yo, if I had twenty-four hours to kick the bucket
I'd probably eat some fried chicken and drink a Nantucket
Then go get a job from Branson
And make sure I leave my mother the money to 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 Barbie, make a few calls
Shop at the mall, shoot a lil' ball
Have all of my **** in one tele
At the same time, spread it out
On different floors
Then I'm gon' play lotto
For what?
Even though I ain't gon' be here tomorrow, so what?
[Verse 4]
You know, when I was close to the ledge
I probably be in a wedge
Wit' this bad Spanish mami right 'tween my legs
Then I'm off to get choked
And smoke one of them dreads
Then get that **** million dollars, give us up to the Feds
Thought of Mama, wrote her a note
We ain't close
I hate her boyfriend so I been wantin' his throat
**** **** around, sniff an ounce of raw
Watch the floor
Pause, pull out my **** and take a **** on the floor
Jump in the whip, get them cats I wanted to get
Since the Tavern On The Green robbery in '86
When homes took a shower in ice cold water
And spend my last hours with my son and my daughter
[Verse 5]
If you had 24 hrs. to live, just think
Where would you go, what would you do, who would you ****
And who would you want to notify?
Or would your **** deny that your **** about to die?
If you had 24 hrs. to live, just think
Where would you go, what would you do, who would you ****
And who would you want to notify?
Or would your **** deny that your **** about to die?
[Verse 6]
Hey, yo, if I had twenty-four
Gotta get the raw
Run all in  Poppy's spot, put one in his head at the door
For the times that I paid for twenty and he gave me twelve
Double-A had to be baking soda by itself
So Poppy, **** you dead now, I'm off to the bank
With those bricks in a bookbag
And a stolen Jag I just crashed
Run in there, grab the bank teller with the pretty face
**** her in the safe, then have her take me to my place
We'll make a kid, but that's selfish and had to be bad
For my son to have the same **** as Pops just had
And when I'm down to twenty-three, I'ma be strapped with TNT
Run up in city hall and take the judges with me
[Verse 7]
24 hrs. to live
I probably die on the 5th
Runnin' the station, squeezin' the enth
I'll be waitin' to get to hell and bust down Satan
Styles on **** and then I got a spot vacant
Back to the twenty-four, I make it out the precinct
She'll **** that I hate, and they face when they eatin'
I'm on the job, robbin' ever so-called don
Give the money to my moms and tell her that I'm gone
I would school my little brother that he **** mean him harm
You should learn to tell the future without readin' palms
When they comin' with the bullets, you prepare with the bomb
So **** bein' violent, get stocks and bonds
[Verse 8]
Twenty-four left until my death
So I'm gonna waste a lot of life, but I'll cherish every breath
I know exactly where I'm goin', but I'ma send you there first
And with the **** that I be doin', I'ma send you there worse
I 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
C4 up under the coat
Snatch up my dawg
Turn like three buildings on Wall Street into a fog
Out with a bang, you will remember my name
I wanted to live forever, but this one's a fame
[Verse 9]
If you had 24 hrs. to live, just think
Where would you go, what would you do, who would you ****
And who would you want to notify?
Or would your **** deny that your **** about to die?
If you had 24 hrs. to live, just think
Where would you go, what would you do, who would you ****
And who would you want to notify?
Or would your **** deny that your **** about to die?
If you had 24 hrs. to live, just think
Where would you go, what would you do, who would you ****
And who would you want to notify?
Or would your **** deny that your **** about to die?
If you had 24 hrs. to live, just think
Written by: Carlos Broady, Casey James, D. Styles, Derek Angelettie, Earl Simmons, J. Phillips, Leroy Bell, Mason Betha, Nashiem Myrick, Robert Ross, S.Jacobs, Sean Combs
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