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Text: Chip Tha Ripper. Other. 24 Hours.


If i had 24 hours to live
id wake up at 5 in da mornin and take me a piss
open the closet and snatch me a fit smoke a stick and witch ever bitch i woke up wit tell her get out
den hop in da dodge and leave da house
i got 7 bombs dats hooked up in the house
pulled out the remote
hit da button
blew up da house
so tell da orckan man its cool i killed da mouse
now its only 5:30 niggas still sleepin in da whip im creapin and got 4 12's beatin and 15 speakers on both sides ridin wit da doors wide lettin out da 4 5 wakin all da neighbors up ridin on da side walk all on ya front lawn kappin in da sky lawn ridin roun wit a half of dat hydro weed lookin for all dem rappers who made songs bout me creap slow got one bow bow die bitch took his pinky ring and his chain dis my shit pull around da corner saw to more put da peddle to da floor blew dem niggas out da row damn now i got blod all on my windshield its my last day so u no its gone get real real ugly streets gone love me if u ever hated u will not sleep comvertably ridin round lookin for dem niggas who jumped me when i was in da 5th grade now i gotta switch blades now i got a mack and a 9 caught dem on da corner blew dem fuckers out day mind shut da fuck up wit dat cryin went back to wherei went to school at chained up all da doors from da outside and lit a match poof security gaurds teaches and staff now see a new meanin of kissmy ass den ride by dat muthafucka and laugh as da police have a difficult time doing da math shit fuck one pop 3 a dem pills ridin round lookin for a lamborgini to steal i no its a lamborgini but still dont give a fuck drove to da marathon filled it up aint spend a buck den zoom out dat muthafucka laughin if dey want some trouble imma give dem what dey askin poppin shit errywhere niggas gone feel chip if not dis glock make em not feel shit real quick run up in dat convenient store wit a pump dey never seen b4 lights out boom steal a fly car click clack my car told da bitch see ya tomorrow but i lied to her cuz im gone wont br long wheres my herb wheres my bone gettin hiiigh its only rite that i jump off the vp buildin as if i can fly im in the middle of the air fuckin dis bitch there i just kidnapped one last nothin splat

(Thanks to terri for these lyrics)
Chip Tha Ripper