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
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 Went home took a shower
in nice cold water
And spent my last hours wit my
son and my daughter
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
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
Mase 
