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Название песни: 24 Hours To Live
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DMX - 24 Hours To Live текст песни, lyrics

[Puff Daddy] 
I want you to ask yourself one question 
If you had twenty four hours to live, what would you do? 
That's some deep shit right there, a lot of pressure 
How would you handle it? 
Mase, what would you do? 

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 in my Beretta, too 
I'd do good shit like take kids from the ghetto 
Show them what they could have if they never settle 
Take every white kid from high class level 
Show 'em what Christmas like growin' up in the ghetto 
Teach niggas how to spend, stack the rest 
Give blunts to the niggas under massive stress 
Give every bum on the street cash to invest 
And hope Harlem will blow up be my last request 

Yo, yo if I had twenty four hours to kick the bucket, fuck it 
I'd probably eat some fried chicken and drink a Nantucket 
Then go get a jar 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 papi that sold me flour 
Get a fresh baldy, make a few calls 
Shop at the mall, shoot a lil' ball 
Have all of my bitches on one telly at the same time 
Spread it out on different floors 
And I'm gon' play lotto, for what? 
Even though I ain't gon' be here tomorrow, so what 

[Black Rob] 
You know when I was close to the ledge 
I'd probably be in the wedge 
With this bare spanish mami playin' 'tween my legs 
Then I'm off to get choke and smoke one a them dreads 
And get that bitch from '89 that gave us up to the feds 
Thought of momma, wrote her a note, we ain't close 
I hate her boyfriend so I put one in his throat 
Fuck around and sniff an ounce of raw, bust the four 
Fours, pull out my dick and take a piss on the floor 
Jump in the whip, git them cats I wanted to git 
Since the Tavern on the Green robbery in eighty-six 
Went home took a shower in nice cold water 
And spent my last hours wit my son and my daughter 

[1] - If you had twenty four 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 yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die? 

If you had twenty four 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 yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die? 

What hey yo, if I had twenty four nigga gotta get the raw 
Run all them papi's spot, put one in his head at the door 
For the times that I paid for twenty an he gave me twelve 
The other eight had to be baking soda by itself 
So papi fuck you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank 
With those bricks in a bookbag and a stolen Jag I just grabbed 
Went in there grabbed the bank teller wit 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'll be bad 
For my son to have the same shit his pops just had 
And when I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be strapped wit TNT 
Run up in city hall and take the judges wit me 

If I had twenty four hours to live, I'd probably die on the fifth 
Run in the station squeezin the inf' 
I'll be waitin' to get to hell and bust down Satan 
Styles' on this shit and I got spot vacant 
Back to the twenty four I make it out the precinct 
Shootin niggas that I hate in they face while they eatin' 
I'm on the job robbin' 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 him harm 
He should learn to tell the future without readin' palms 
When they come in with the bullets, you prepared with the bomb 
So fuck bein' violent get stocks and bonds 

Twenty four left until my death 
So I'm gon' waste alot of lives, but I'll cherish every breath 
I know exactly where I'm goin', but I'mma send you there first 
And with the shit that I'll be doin', I'mma send you there worse 
I've 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 
C-4 up under the coat, snatch up my dog 
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 wasn't fame 

[Repeat 1 until fade]

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