24 Hours lyrics

by

Bun B


[Intro: DJ Kay Slay]
DJ Kay Slay the drama king
This one for the culture

[Chorus: MeetSims]
24 hours to save it, yeah
24 hours until the beast die
We got the power to make a change, yeah
Exploit it for money and all the fame, yeah
'Cause they don't want us to own sh*t
A bunch of ghetto kids out the projects
Hip-Hop was made in the ghetto
Would I be gettin' shot or in jail? Yeah
Hell nah
Hell nah

[Verse 1: Papoose]
If I had 24 hours to save hip-hop, I'd raise this Glock
All you mumble rappin' lames get shot
Smack fire out you lame Disc Jocks, why did you make this hot?
They all rappin' 'bout the same wristwatch
Call all of our women by they names, change the plot
Why did they nickname them thots? (True)
Ghostwriter usin' payola, cornballs who play for slots
Kick 'em out the buildin', change the locks
You gotta go if we see you on the stage with cops
You can't hang with opps (Facts)
Bring back Tom from Myspace
At least we knew how his face looked
We don't know what we facin', ain't no face on Facebook
I-G stands for investigation
Trump runs Twitter (f*ck Trump), they must think we some dumb n*ggas
Pour the Lean and the Mollys down the sewer, take a breather
Now on the track, rappers can stop havin' seizures
[Chorus: MeetSims & Bun B]
24 hours to save it, yeah
24 hours until the beast die
We got the power to make a change, yeah
Exploit it for money and all the fame, yeah
'Cause they don't want us to own sh*t
A bunch of ghetto kids out the projects
What up, Slay?
Hip-Hop was made in the ghetto
You already know what it is, baby
Would I be gettin' shot or in jail? Yeah
Hell nah
Hell nah

[Verse 2: Bun B]
If I had 24 hours to save this hip-hop and rap game
Man, I'd chase these player haters off the map, mane
Give all these disrespectful n*ggas a slap, mane
And get Ye outta that red MAGA cap, mane
And then I'd sit down with all the youngins
And talk to 'em 'bout the bread they done brung in
And make sure that they invest before they have all they show money on they wrist and they chest
Now, I ain't sayin' that you can't shine
But don't throw it all away 'cause I just heard through the grapevine
You need some stocks, get you some property
And whatever you do, just do it properly
Because we gotta save the culture from the snakes, alligators, and the vultures
And for all the rappers that don't care, just grab them n*ggas by the neck, kick they ass up outta here
[Chorus: MeetSims]
24 hours to save it, yeah
24 hours until the beast die
We got the power to make a change, yeah
Exploit it for money and all the fame, yeah
'Cause they don't want us to own sh*t
A bunch of ghetto kids out the projects
Hip-Hop was made in the ghetto
Would I be gettin' shot or in jail? Yeah
Hell nah
Hell nah

[Verse 3: Saigon]
I heard a rumor that hip-hop was on her last breath
I ain't believe it, had to ask RZA, I asked Meth
I asked the Drama King, even went and asked Ras Kass
He said it was true and to save her, we had to act fast
Threw on a black mask, she wasn't in the hospice
She was up for grab, them crackers holdin' her hostage
And if we don't save her today, she gon' fade away
That b*tch is a slave by choice, why favor this yay?
We gave her away
On second thought, I don't feel like doin' no savin' today
Toe tag her and take her away
Real hip-hop is a art form
We made floors outta cardboards
Spray painted walls and made a hot song
You go do the favor, got 24 hours, you go save her
n*ggas ain't rhymin', I'm signin' a waiver
They mumblin', I ain't f*ckin' with that kind of behavior
I'd rather smoke all day and pull up in my old Sabre
Y'all could go save her
[Chorus: MeetSims]
24 hours to save it, yeah
24 hours until the beast die
We got the power to make a change, yeah
Exploit it for money and all the fame, yeah
'Cause they don't want us to own sh*t
A bunch of ghetto kids out the projects
Hip-Hop was made in the ghetto
Would I be gettin' shot or in jail? Yeah
Hell nah
Hell nah
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