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lirik lagu da youngsta's - 24 hrs. 2 live

[intro]
(“why do fools — do birds sing”)
(“why do fools — do birds sing”)
to a year
(“why do fools — do birds sing”)
one, two, one, two
(“why do fools — do birds sing”)

[chorus]
24 hours to live, my last day on this earth since birth
sometimes i wonder if it’s a curse
or is it just my time to go?
the pressure got me feelin’ like i’m on death row

[verse 1: taj mahal]
yo, i got 24 hours to enter another country
or the mob’s gonna k!ll me
so i fly in colombia with my passport
eight bricks taped to my body landing in the airport
a limo waitin’ to take me into the city
a hotel run complements of frank nitti
he left a note, he said, “meet me in the lobby at 10”
i never trusted him, i brought my mac~10
plus the briefcase, with еight bricks inside sealed tight
this sh~t goеs down, he’s gonna die tonight
so we made the transaction, and now it’s on
my crew in the next room ready to get they stick on
we can’t have that, strapped like that, built like that
k!lling a man, taking the money and the crack
comin’ in with eight bricks, plus two hundred grand
colombians after me ’cause i k!lled they man
puttin’ out hits — oh, son, it’s time to split
pick up the phone, called up my k!ller clan
never that my team’s mean
eleven n~ggas strapped with guns from 22’s to m~16’s
puttin’ in work, blasted back at the rival crews
it’s bad news, six men fell dead on tonight news
the cops can’t catch me ’cause i’m on my private jet
en route to mexico sippin’ on cold moët
[chorus]
24 hours to live, my last day on this earth since birth
sometimes i wonder if it’s a curse
or is it just my time to go?
the pressure got me feelin’ like i’m on death row, yo

[interlude]
yo, man, i’m tired of rappin’, let’s make this thing happen
deef got the johnny, i got the john, so what’s up?
let’s get this cheese with ease, son
ain’t no fear in my heart, what

[verse 2: q~ball]
hopped in the mark viii, loaded up the trey trey trey
with the dumbs dumbs to earn my funds, son
puff the buddha, now i’m stunned
turn on passyunk, get the mask and gloves up out the trunk
mafia territory, n~ggas dressed like trump
donald, now it’s time to stick ’em up
resist, you’re bucked, throw ’em in a trunk
make sure he don’t thump
tie him up with the tape that’s duct
(“ah man, it’s too tight”) so what, shut up, tough luck
he kept talkin’, i see you think you’re bad, kid
he looked up and say, “you don’t know who my dad is”
whoever that is, i don’t give a f~ck, shut the h~ll up
‘fore you get bucked and go out like willie lump lump
yo, reek shut the trunk, the kid spit in my face before the trunk closed
i squeeze back the 9 and filled him up with bullet holes
now we on the run, cops up on our ass
i grabbed the murder weapon, got up out the car and dashed
the car crashed, now everyone’s in custody but me, qur’an
i found out he was the son of the mafia don
the hitman, the one with millions, the one that’s mean
put down the 9 and asked my bull for the m~16
immediately picked up the phone, heart racin’
called my girl, told her meet me at the train station
got up in the car, now i’m audi
some man’s aiming at me looking similar to john gotti
i felt the force from the heat hit my body, abandoned the car
dashed in a dark alley, collapsed on the ground
23 hours left, gaspin’ for breath, d~mn, my life’s a mess
[chorus]
24 hours to live, my last day on this earth since birth
sometimes i wonder if it’s a curse
or is it just my time to go?
the pressure got me feelin’ like i’m on death row, yo
24 hours to live, my last day on this earth since birth
sometimes i wonder if it’s a curse
or is it just my time to go?
the pressure got me feelin’ like i’m on death row

[verse 3: reek geez]
24 hours left, i’m running out of breath
thinking to myself how i got in this mess
no time to waste, coming soon’s my faith
layin’ on my deathbed with scared thoughts in my head
retaliation is what i’m thinkin’
but for some reason, my eyes won’t stop blinkin’
i’m getting nervous, but i can’t give up
’cause death on her son’ll have my moms messed up
that’s now how i’m leaving, sending hits, best believin’
shoot ’em slow and watch ’em while they bleedin’
while my crew, they all be grievin’
a quarter mil’ was what my family be receivin
through my will, that’s if i gotta bail
so i pray through the night that things’ll be aight
’cause in the heat of war, you react and don’t think
’cause one man hate lead to another man’s fate
[chorus]
24 hours to live, my last day on this earth since birth
sometimes i wonder if it’s a curse
or is it just my time to go?
the pressure got me feelin’ like i’m on death row, yo
24 hours to live, my last day on this earth since birth
sometimes i wonder if it’s a curse
or is it just my time to go?
the pressure got me feelin’ like i’m on death row

[outro]
“why do fools — do birds sing”
“why do fools — do birds sing”
“why do fools — do birds sing”

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