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24 Hours To Live (Letra)

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Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[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?

[mase]
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

[jadakiss]
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?

[sheek]
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

[styles]
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

[dmx]
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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24 Hours To Live (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

24 hours to live…
24 hours to live…

Seven-thousand, four hundred, twenty three grains
Of sand drop from the hourglass
It’s how much time i got left on this planet
Some motherfucker’s gotta die!
I’m an evil motherfucker ready to tear shit up
I’m gonna put these things on you, and never let up
See, my momma…she was wrong when i was born
That a nigga like e should’a never been born
Too late, big mistake in ’72
It’s ’92, now the year of code blue
15 hours..11 minutes..30 seconds
I’m a motherfuckin’ wreck
Gonna pay back niggas who did me wrong in the past
My days ain’t long
I’m comin’ strong and fast
Lock up 8 niggs..kill up 10 pigs
??? and fuckas are ?altered? by a 2
Now what else can i do?
Fuck, fuck, fuck and plant my seeds
Leavin’ kids in this world like me
The lunatic psycho mutherfucka eazy-e

Chorus (sang)
24 hours to live
But i don’t wanna die
24 hours to live
Oh why, oh why?
Must die

Sky diving, scuba diving
To evil kinevil stunt car drivin’
Bungee cord jumpin’ off a bridge
It’s hard to breathe with a fractured rib
I can’t take this shit
Let me see how much more time i got to spend
Hit more skins
Back up in her pussy
Up in the back
I gotta let off
A few more nuts
I’m starting to panic
I’m starting to sweat
‘cause i don’t really wanna die yet
Dizzy spells, flashbacks in my head
Niggas ain’t want me to bein’ happy when i’m dead
But i ain’t goin’ out unless 30 niggas die
I’m dying anyway so i’m thinking suicide
Run into a crowd of niggas dyin’ by the pistol
Took the motheruckin’ whistle

Chorus

To sweep with the feet when he hit the concrete
Chop him up, dice him up and sacrifice his meat
Drag him by his ankles to the cemetary
(screams)
Shut the fuck up nigga
‘cause you ain’t seen shit
I’m ‘bout to take this ???? and staight up grip
I’m holdin’ the neck of the devil and drink his blood
Allowing my soul to be polluted by his evil root
And now i’m mad insane, red as ???? as i strain for my hearbeat
To thumpety-thump to pump, it might burst
False alarms, and no harm that will commit to the e
But now i’m down to an hour 23
Time is moving fast, but not that slow
I thought i had an hour, but it’s seconds left the go
I ran into the office
No more time is left
I ran up to the doctor with a bomb to my (boom)

Chorus

Spoken:
As i lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep
As time winds down to it’s last 24 hours
In an earth that weighs 60 trillion tons
Travelling 1,037 1/3 mph, how do you define time?
What is a minute?
How important is an hour when 24 hours becomes a lifetime

Oooooh, so define how do we define time?
Now you choose
How will you spend your last 24 hours?
C’mon..talk to me

3x chorus ("must die" is faded into next chorus loop)

24 Hours To Live (Letra)

DMX

DMX

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[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?

[mase]
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

[jadakiss]
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?

[sheek]
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

[styles]
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

[dmx]
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