24 Hrs

Intro: It is no longer 1999... And I live in a world of one track minds... Where the industry feeds us fashion design... That creates MCs that cannot rhyme... For ten years I waited to make my move... Now we'll see who'll win, and who'll lose... And if I had to state my word... Say this'll probably be the realest shit you ever heard... I been watching, from afar... I know where you live, I know who you are... Redemption is my only scar... And so my heart bleeds dark, like tar... So I treat my friends today like they'll be enemies tomorrow... So when they die, I'll have no sorrow... Just remember those you decide to cross... Cuz if your door gets knocked on you get knocked off Verse: Who's that six foot bald nigga from New York With the gangsta walk, the gangsta talk Thrillin to find 'em a killin I'm wildin', I'm illin I don't give a fuck about you, and that's my feelin I'm in a brand new house nigga chillin With shoeboxes of hundred dollar bills nigga spillin Trainin the baddest bitch, givin her the drillin While you hangin in The Tunnel know you pussy ice grillin Man bein a bitch must really be fufillin Cuz alotta niggas happy bein soft just chillin Scenario, gun in your mouth run the platinum watch with the cuban link Bracelet and the matching necklace And those two shiny V Vs glowin in your ear New gun, new jewels, new album new year Niggas think they bigger than the game I got news for you *Willy*, let's take it back to Philly So you can find your roots, fuck braggin on your loot Nigga you ain't that hard And a nigga can't spend no money layin in the graveyard Omigod, it really shocks you This can't be the same motherfucker Freddie Foxxx who I really feel his lyrics, I love all his rhymes I thought that we was cool, you think he's hard to find I rip in dark posin alleys As a kid got knowledge from the gods at the rally I slip on the game like Ballies And show ten hoes how to stack it up, get money, New York to Cali Where a nigga tried to play me like a sally So I shot him in his new DeNali and drove him to the valley I pushed him out the car and let him scally Fuck that nigga, tryin to play me like he bigger In Japan I'm worth ten figures American, open the door and let Derek in I break my silence, after ten years of supressing my violence You was my man I gave you benjamins Every time I pulled up and get you in the Benz again We can never be friends again You brought me tears when you took my right hand off for seven long years Now he's back and corrupt Driving new GS 400s, new Jags, and new trucks You should see the bad bitches that he fuck While your girl look skinny like a smoked out Daffy Duck Niggas are real this ain't N B HIGH You niggas ain't got no balls and won't die I'm a certified killer, with *Stock in the Game* Burn marks on my hands from the Glocks with the flame Bumpy is my rap name, when I write rhymes I hydroplane And think about my nigga Kane Alotta label motherfuckers'll be dead You fuckin with my money is like fuckin with my head Tryin to take my buttered bread Niggas ain't shit, so I'm down with you Kane Any time realness, you ready feel this I don't forget nothing, nothing at all So Mr. Steve Rifkind, expect my call Niggas owe me for my rhymes, I come to collect Over fifteen dollars, I'll snap your fuckin neck And don't pay me in no fuckin check If you don't want me to teach the meaning of disrespect When I'm finished in this game, I'll be swimming in my yard Not at the radio station, looking for a job Too many niggas feel me spittin on a record To be broke and homeless, and outside naked I represent the real grimy masses Of thugged out gun slinging criminal asses That shoot up your party and chill at mine Cuz they know I got love for real niggas, nine to nine there's the mind Just remember why you frontin like you more that 24 Hrs ahead In 24 Hrs you'll be DEAD You'll be DEAD