if i had a day to live, fuck knows how id behave,,id probably keep cool ,and try to act brave,, although i knew that my days were up,, id stil drink from that very same cup,, that i use every mornin every night every day,, basically what im tryna say is i wouldnt change in 1 little way,that nite id go to bed and i would still pray,,id say the same prayer in the way its usualy said,,then id lye down in my same bed ,and place my same pillow under my worried head ,,and think about when pac got filled up with lead,,ile think atleast i dont gota die in pain and i just hope that people remember my name,,im the king of myself and its the end of my reign.

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"LIVING AND EXHISTING ARE TWO DIFFERANT THINGS"

my last 24 on the clock, is every single day ack,
were not even promised the now, yet still we get shocked
when death hits close to home,we remember
that our life is short lived, nobody will be here forever
so what I'mma do knowing everyday could be my last?
live life as God meant, walking the straight path
I pray that I fall while speaking the truth
against all oppression, setting an example for tha youth
I close this, hearin the tick, tick, tick....
forgive me Lord, for this might be my last sentence
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life is a really a dream//
so live life while you have it, if u kno wat I mean//
weed, shrooms, vikes, coke, and whiskey//
alter my state before I fall to my knees//
go to the bank in broad daylight to robb it//
no mask or deguise give the money to the projects//
spend a day wit a bum, share swigs of his booze//
leave him a peice of the green and sum new shoes//
Go to Africa to see my love one last time//
tears in my eyes, maybe try to get between those thighs//
Go to the on the news make sure their airing live//
ask wats wrong wit the world, our problem is money and lies//
tell my family bye, and leave them happy financailly//
I've been digging my grave my whole life, now I'm where I'm suppose to be//
lay there by myself reflectin on my life//
close my eyes to die, going home to christ//

if i had 24 hours left i could fake death/
pop no-dooz, videotape my last breath/
heaven and hell was right on earth so promise land seems far away/
run up in a dyke convention wit socks n reeboks on viagra skeet skeet all day/
my life no fairy tale or somethin to glorify/
couldnt waste my last hours tryin to testify/
i lie just to come back and do it again/
i'm heartless i'd shit on a sin just to win/
punch pregant hoes so after me there be no one/
i'm playin cry like a bitch i love my life, rap this 4 fun/

my last 24 hrs life 2 live
i would ride thru eva neighborhood passing out guns & drugs 2 all da lil kids
head bacc home smoke purple haze & drink a st. ides while i bathed in da steam tub
watching menace ii society while 1 of my hoes gave me a good bacc rub
1 of my otha hoes would fix me sumthin 2 eat while i got dress
i would get my gat, & afta eating go outside & dump on evathing in sight cuz of da stress

24 hrs 2 live b4 i die
i would roll up a blunt of dat blueberry weed & smoke it 2 get high
next jump in my whip & ride 2 da liquor store
den get a 5th of henn dawg, & picc up an asian whore
fucc dat bitch in da car, while we sexin make her fill like a supastar
kick dat bitch out afta bustin a nut, den just my lucc i met anotha slut
we drove 2 wendy's 4 sum food, she paid 4 ur food & was digging da groove
lastly afta eating we both made dat move, we went 2 da motel & she paid 4 da room
we stayed da nite, shit seemed alrite, cuz she wasn't stressin having 2 ride da pipe

frist i'll rob a bank like them old time mafiaz jus for the feelin of the cash
then i'll be sreachin to hit the one and only sexy stacey dash
thrid i'll run the last game of preicous sport basket ball
den i'll smack a bitch cause i never fought a bitch in brawl
afta all that i'll put my worse enemys brain on his apartment cieling
maybe when thats all done imm die any rite if i have that feeling
...then ill commit suicide like slim-shady by jumpin off a 50 sotry buildin

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yall niggaz just like the u.s.army bein all u can be
but u fuckin wit the king so show respect and bow 2 ya knees

my last 24 hrs seem 2 b a mystery 2 me
cuz i would just considered my whole life like 1 big dream
all da bitches, riches, hittin switches, wouldn't stop me from going 2 hell
hoping dat i can repent & change my lifestyle 2 help me get bacc 2 living well
but nothin i could say or do would my outcome of my destiny
so i would write my will & den take my gat load it up & blast myself & da rest would b history

Yo i dont kno whqat i whould do homie...::
But if u find somethin ya betta Phone me u phonie...::
Can'T Think Be Shocked at what evaz takein OVER...::
Blow mER LOL HERRE RANG ROVER ITZ HOVER 1

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Im not bad shit....n y ya missin me bastids
Leave nigga's in da past like history-classes

before i die im gonna bring down all the suckas who stalk me..
all the cops have wet spots on they laps, i spilt they coffee..
grAff the forces cars..cause i hate these pigs..
make them hit the tar with me..replace these kids...
jus prove they better holdin a badge in their palm..
break they lights..the towns budget was just bombed...
next from the make a wish foundation ill kick it and smoke a cuban...
bankrobbery countain my money..feel more juice than a newton...
like novacaine no pain no shame in leavin a bullet stain...
ill grab the reins of my gun and blast away at my brains...

On my death day, I'll be dressed like the Grim Reaper
Runnin around in my new G-UnIt Sneakers
Wit a gat and blast a random crowd of people in the mall
And after, count how many of them had to fall..
To the ground in order to avoid God's Hall
Then get up on a mountain that is really tall
And push a few hostages off and splatter into a wall..
of the police station and then I'll find somewhere to crawl
and never be seen again
but in the end, I win

24 hrs 4 me 2 live oh no
cuz really i enjoy life 2 much & don't wanna go
but i would ride round & smoke dro 2 calm my nerves
damn i was driving 2 fast & crash into a curb
so i limped 2 da hospital all bloody & cutted
i ask 2 c a doctor 2 get stitched up
i was operated on & it hurted like hell
but i made it through surgery, went 2 walk & tripped up ova a table, & fell
head 1st rite on a bed post, & was knock unconscious & dat'z "Murda She Wrote"

i would live my last 24 hrs of life 2 da fullest extent
i would smoke dat cali weed & drink liquor til i dat bent
walk round woozie & fall out of my house on da grass
wait 4 sumbody 2 help me up den take out my strap & put it on ur azz
tell u 2 give me da cash rite now & don't make ne sudden moves 2 jeopardize ur life
u'll fucc round & get diz double pipe 2 succ on let da blaze get u high as a kite
i don't know y i'm like diz but i will sho nuff get wut da fucc i feel i want
i smoke niggaz & bitches like a blunt dat is sum fire i tote & give u da funk

Yo it's my last 24 hours, my last day my last night//
I got a billion and one options but which one is right//
Do i go grab my nine and rob tha seven eleven//
Or do i drop and begin to pray cuz i gotta get to heaven//
I think I'll repent for my sins and ask for acceptence//
No more thug shit, no more bustin my weapons//
It's 11:52 and tha clock continues tick'n//
I ain't ready to leave this shit got me trippin//
Uh oh, i see a light and a dead loved one//
Poof, im gone cuz my time has come.

^^^^ Not my best shit. Not even close. A nigga's bout tipsy.