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Cheat on you Lyrics

Cheat on you by Mase  

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Cheat on you [Featuring Black Rob DMX The Lox Puff Daddy]
Puff Daddy:
I want you to ask yourself one question
If you had 24 hours to live... what would you do?
That's some deep sh*t right there
A lot of pressure how would you handle it?
Ma$e... what would you do?
Ma$e:
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 and my Beretta too
I'd do good sh*t, like take kids from the ghetto
Show them what they could have if they never settled
Take every white kid from high-class levels
Show them what Christmas' like, growin' up in the ghetto
Teach niggas how to spend, stack the rest
Give blunts to them niggas under massive stress
Give every bum on the street cash to invest and
Hope Harlem World blow'll be my last request
Jadakiss:
Yo, yo, if I had 24 hours to kick the bucket, f**k it
I'd probably eat some fried chicken, and drink in Nantucket
Then go get a job from Brandson
And make sure I leave my mother the money to take care of grandson
Load the 3 Power, hop in the Eddie Bauer
And go give all 6 to that pappy dat sold me flour
Get a fresh baldy, make a few calls
Shop at the mall, shoot a little ball
Have all of my b**ches in one telly
At the same time, spread it out on different floors
And I'm gonna play Lotto, for what?
Even though I ain't gonna be here tomorrow, so what, so what?
Black Rob:
You know when I was close to the ledge, I'd probably be in the wedge
With this bad Spanish mommy playin between my legs
Then I'm off to get choked and smoke one of them dreads
And get that b**ch a million dollars that gave us up to the feds
Thought of momma, wrote her a note, we ain't close
I hate her boyfriend, so I'll put one in his throat
f**k around and sniff a ounce of raw, bust a 4
Pause, pull out my dick and take a p**s on the floor
Jump in the whip, get them cats I wanted to get
Since the tavern on the green robbery in '86
Went home took a shower in ice cold water
And spend my last hours with my son and my daughter
Chorus: Puff Daddy
If you had 24 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 your ass deny that yo ass about to die?
If you had 24 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 your ass deny that yo ass about to die?
Sheek:
What, hey yo, if I had 24, nigga gotta get the raw
Run all in pappy's spot, put one in his head at the door
For the times that I payed for 20 and he gave me 12
The other 8 had to be baking soda by itself
So pappy, f**k you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank
With those bricks in a book bag and a stolen Jag I just grabbed
Run in there, grab the bank teller with the pretty face
f**k her in the safe and have her take me to my place
We'll make a kid, but that's selfish and that'd be bad
For my son to have the same sh*t his pops just had
And when I'm down to 23, I'ma be strapped wit TNT
Run up in City Hall and take the judges with me
Styles:
24 hours to live, I'd probably die on the 5th
Run in the station squeezing the imph
I'll be waitin to get to hell and bust down Satan
Styles on this sh*t, and I got spots vacant
Back to the 24, I make it out tha precinct
Shoot niggas that I hate in their face while they eatin'
I'm on the job robbing 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 to harm
You should learn to tell the future without reading palms
When they come in wit the bullets you prepare with the bomb
So f**k being violent, get stocks and bonds, what?
DMX:
24 left until my death
Sure, I'm gon waste a lot of lives, but I'll cherish every breath
I know exactly where I'm going, but I'ma send you there first
And with the sh*t that I be doing, I'ma send you there worse
I've been living 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
C4 up under the coat, snatch up my dog
Turn like 3 villains 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
Chorus



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