If I had 24 hours to live i'd go n see ma brova
n we wud sit dwn n talk 2 eachova
then i'd drive ova to ma girlfriends
n bone her like i did last weekend
then in ma final hour
i'd put on a cd n the lyrics i'd devour
then i'l spit ma rhymes till ma last breath
then i reach tha holy gates afta ma death

24 hrs 2 live, i'd probaly fuck it up stayin in bed
3 hrs left, scramble for head/
from a raw hooker
fuck da bitch don't pay her a cent/
the last hour gettin bent
only to find out i'll live...

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It's been awile...

id dial every last number in my rolodex
propostion every girl for some sex
hit up an expensive restaurant and skip out on the check
run in the IRS buildin with an AK and make em hit the deck

If I had 24 Hours to Live
I probly Jump off a bridge wit slit wrists
Dumpin out a bottle of cryst
Screamin " Fuck THISSSSSSS"
Wit a Blunt inmy Mouth n A Needle In my ARm
Strapped wit A bomb To Make A bang to the Beyond
When I get There Probly Blow Smoke IN Gods Face
Yellin " Wat Took U so long wats the Wait"

24 hours ta live i keep it simple
Spend like 22 Smokin
tha other 2 lickin and rollin
ignoring tha fact i might Die any minute
And at tha last Second Repent flippin tha Finger/

24 hours to live~I'd take a shit//
and get overdosed off of Nyquil~and try to forget//
I'd probably sniff my cats ass~and if I'm lucky I'll faint//
lick the LSD sticker~and start to paint//
maybe god likes fags~I'll kill him a few//
shove a skunk in my trunk~and cover it in mountain dew//
I'll lynch a whitey with barbwire~and scream out BLACK POWER!!//
but wait I'm not black..I'm a smelly hispanic~and I need a fucking shower//
ohwell fuck it~I only got 4 minutes//
lemme hit this crack pipe~and forget that it's the last time I'm living//

If i had 24 hours to breathe my last ~breath~ i'd take advantage of ~death~ and kill every mutha fucka that brought me ~distress~//
i'd rejoice cause i ain't have to feel pain ~again~ or ~sin~ or try to cover up my wrong ~doin~//I wouldn't know how i was to ~die~ so i'd look into my ~minds~eye~ and ~find~ somethin ~inside~// a way to kill myself without feelin ~pain~ but that ain't possible so i'd jump into a ~train~ and feel my ~brain~ pop out like some ~insane~ face of death ~game~//
with one hour left i'd pray to ~God~ and ~sob~ cause my life is endin with an unfinished ~job~// the job is livin and my destiny is ~dyin~ i wanna die with rejoice but i'm gonna die ~cryin~........

-what goes oround comes oround but shit seems like it gos oround me
-but if i had 24 hours to live i' ll go on a killing spree
-you see i'll start out wit the niggas who fuckt up my child hood
-and the ones who said i couldn't, whant to see them screem "i'm soory"and say i could
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wit 24 left id give all i had to the strip /
goin back to my bricks wit my back to my bricks/
make some doe and split / give my last bit of profit to my motha/
give my ryhme book to my baby brotha tell my sista i love'a/
not losen a step i d split to this chicks house let her know whas poppin foget bout pussy just gimmie some head/
the nigga that tried to rob me get stuck in a second then im back to the block/blowin a half pound /
full clip and ill spit half the rounds at the boys in blue/
if i got past that id fuck that crack fiend from the block wit tha phat ass/
then id run to my crib and bump ready to die cuz im ready to die waitin to die/
my last 24......................

inject mysel with every drug burn all my money/
rape a superstar on live tv without a jonny/

id prolly just wanna
fuck your mom like a little slut/
wit my nine in her mouth and my dick in her butt/

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take a shot back, sip some more liquor, body disfured
til the fridge run's cold,another metaphor's to be told
this soul aint about to be sold, going down in history
as the only cat to publicly tell the presedent to suck pussy
you can say fuck the world,but i only got time for girls
16 left to live , come here girl, show me how to twirl
about an hour past that,15 ho's already gone down in the sack
time to hit the real shit, freestyle all out without wack cats
until death do me parts, aim bullseye with all of the dart
with this pain aint no way you could ever hurt me in the heart
another man gets croaked, grieve to leave to leave upon these folk
playing rookie for so long, now the vet's going out well spoke
before the final chapter crosses the book upon this emcee
tell the world ima be waiting for them with exitement in hell for sheezie

yo if i had 20-fo hours to live i'd make the best of the time i'm still breathing,
have a nine faced at all my enemies make em bow before me n make em start pleading,
now i wouldnt be needing...
nuthin fuck cash fuck clothes i wouldnt give 2 fucks even if i was bleeding,
what i would do is go to my girl n tell her i love-her,
even thought i'm gone i'll still smile at her from above-her,
then i'd go back to the hood roll up that good shit n take my last toke,
go to the shop n buy my last smoke,
i'd take my whip n ram it inta the po-po station,
but before anythin else i'd make sure people wouldnt forget my name in the Q-L nation.

wtf and this kid took my name how the hell


Man 24 hours 2 live im only countin 12 minus the sex drugs and violence rotatin the L's// Life Left on the porch my heart as well/ take drugs with no thought causin my brain to swell// now its hot dark sticky my mind is expanding demading more liquor and drugs to start cramming// this is the edcuacational way of predecting your life right// damn why the hell didnt my mind work this good before i died//

if i had twenty four hours to live, i would probably trip out and think about wanting to live instead of giving out or flippin' about what i did, in the midst of any conflict or conned fix i would continue to constrict...