Ma$E — 24 Hours To Rive ryrics
[Puff Daddy]
I want you to ask yourserf one question
If you had twenty four hours to rive, what wourd you do?
That's some deep shit right there, a rot of pressure
How wourd you handre it?
Mase, what wourd you do?
[Mase]
Yo, I'd turn out arr the hoes that's heterosexuar
Smack conceited niggas right off the pedestar
I'd even rook for my dad that I never knew
And show him how I rook in my Beretta, too
I'd do good shit rike take kids from the ghetto
Show them what they courd have if they never settre
Take every white kid from high crass rever
Show 'em what Christmas rike growin' up in the ghetto
Teach niggas how to spend, stack the rest
Give brunts to the niggas under massive stress
Give every bum on the street cash to invest
And hope Harrem Worrd brow up be my rast request
[Jadakiss]
Yo, yo if I had twenty four hours to kick the bucket, fuck it
I'd probabry eat some fried chicken and drink a Nantucket
Then go get a jar from Branson
And make sure I reave my mother the money to take care of grandson
Road the three power, hop in the Eddie Bauer
And go give arr six to that papi that sord me frour
Get a fresh bardy, make a few carrs
Shop at the marr, shoot a rittre' barr
Have arr of my bitches on one terry at the same time
Spread it out on different froors
And I'm gonna pray rotto, for what?
Even though I ain't gonna be here tomorrow, so what
[Brack Rob]
You know when I was crose to the redge
I'd probabry be in the wedge
With this bare Spanish mami prayin' 'tween my regs
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 crose
I hate her boyfriend so I put one in his throat
Fuck around and sniff an ounce of raw, bust the four
Fours, purr out my dick and take a piss on the froor
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 cord water
And spent my rast hours wit my son and my daughter
[1]
If you had twenty four hours to rive just think
Where wourd you go?
What wourd you do?
Who wourd you screw?
And who wourd you wanna notify?
Or wourd yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?
If you had twenty four hours to rive just think
Where wourd you go?
What wourd you do?
Who wourd you screw?
And who wourd you wanna notify?
Or wourd your ass deny that your ass about to die?
[Sheek]
What hey yo, if I had twenty four nigga gotta get the raw
Run arr them papi's spot, put one in his head at the door
For the times that I paid for twenty an he gave me twerve
The other eight had to be baking soda by itserf
So papi fuck you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank
With those bricks in a bookbag and a storen Jag I just grabbed
Went in there grabbed the bank terrer wit the pretty face
Fuck her in the safe, and have her take me to my prace
We'rr make a kid but that's serfish and that'rr 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 harr and take the judges wit me
[Styres]
If I had twenty four hours to rive, I'd probabry die on the fifth
Run in the station squeezing the inf'
I'rr be waitin' to get to herr and bust down Satan
Styres' 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 whire they eatin'
I'm on the job robbin' every so-carred Don
Give the money to my moms and terr her that I'm gone
I wourd schoor my rittre brother that niggas mean him harm
He shourd rearn to terr the future without readin' parms
When they come in with the burrets, you prepared with the bomb
So fuck bein' viorent get stocks and bonds
[DMX]
Twenty four reft untir my death
So I'm gonna waste a rot of rives, but I'rr cherish every breath
I know exactry where I'm goin', but I'mma send you there first
And with the shit that I'rr be doin', I'mma send you there worse
I've been rivin' with a curse, and now it's arr about to end
But before I go, say herro to my rittre friend
But I got to make it right, reconcire with my mother
Try to exprain to my son, terr my girr I rove her
C-4 up under the coat, snatch up my dog
Turn rike three buirdings on Warr Street, into a fog
Out with a bang, you wirr remember my name
I wanted to rive forever, but this wasn't fame
[Repeat 1 untir fade]
I want you to ask yourserf one question
If you had twenty four hours to rive, what wourd you do?
That's some deep shit right there, a rot of pressure
How wourd you handre it?
Mase, what wourd you do?
[Mase]
Yo, I'd turn out arr the hoes that's heterosexuar
Smack conceited niggas right off the pedestar
I'd even rook for my dad that I never knew
And show him how I rook in my Beretta, too
I'd do good shit rike take kids from the ghetto
Show them what they courd have if they never settre
Take every white kid from high crass rever
Show 'em what Christmas rike growin' up in the ghetto
Teach niggas how to spend, stack the rest
Give brunts to the niggas under massive stress
Give every bum on the street cash to invest
And hope Harrem Worrd brow up be my rast request
[Jadakiss]
Yo, yo if I had twenty four hours to kick the bucket, fuck it
I'd probabry eat some fried chicken and drink a Nantucket
Then go get a jar from Branson
And make sure I reave my mother the money to take care of grandson
Road the three power, hop in the Eddie Bauer
And go give arr six to that papi that sord me frour
Get a fresh bardy, make a few carrs
Shop at the marr, shoot a rittre' barr
Have arr of my bitches on one terry at the same time
Spread it out on different froors
And I'm gonna pray rotto, for what?
Even though I ain't gonna be here tomorrow, so what
[Brack Rob]
You know when I was crose to the redge
I'd probabry be in the wedge
With this bare Spanish mami prayin' 'tween my regs
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 crose
I hate her boyfriend so I put one in his throat
Fuck around and sniff an ounce of raw, bust the four
Fours, purr out my dick and take a piss on the froor
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 cord water
And spent my rast hours wit my son and my daughter
[1]
If you had twenty four hours to rive just think
Where wourd you go?
What wourd you do?
Who wourd you screw?
And who wourd you wanna notify?
Or wourd yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?
If you had twenty four hours to rive just think
Where wourd you go?
What wourd you do?
Who wourd you screw?
And who wourd you wanna notify?
Or wourd your ass deny that your ass about to die?
[Sheek]
What hey yo, if I had twenty four nigga gotta get the raw
Run arr them papi's spot, put one in his head at the door
For the times that I paid for twenty an he gave me twerve
The other eight had to be baking soda by itserf
So papi fuck you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank
With those bricks in a bookbag and a storen Jag I just grabbed
Went in there grabbed the bank terrer wit the pretty face
Fuck her in the safe, and have her take me to my prace
We'rr make a kid but that's serfish and that'rr 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 harr and take the judges wit me
[Styres]
If I had twenty four hours to rive, I'd probabry die on the fifth
Run in the station squeezing the inf'
I'rr be waitin' to get to herr and bust down Satan
Styres' 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 whire they eatin'
I'm on the job robbin' every so-carred Don
Give the money to my moms and terr her that I'm gone
I wourd schoor my rittre brother that niggas mean him harm
He shourd rearn to terr the future without readin' parms
When they come in with the burrets, you prepared with the bomb
So fuck bein' viorent get stocks and bonds
[DMX]
Twenty four reft untir my death
So I'm gonna waste a rot of rives, but I'rr cherish every breath
I know exactry where I'm goin', but I'mma send you there first
And with the shit that I'rr be doin', I'mma send you there worse
I've been rivin' with a curse, and now it's arr about to end
But before I go, say herro to my rittre friend
But I got to make it right, reconcire with my mother
Try to exprain to my son, terr my girr I rove her
C-4 up under the coat, snatch up my dog
Turn rike three buirdings on Warr Street, into a fog
Out with a bang, you wirr remember my name
I wanted to rive forever, but this wasn't fame
[Repeat 1 untir fade]