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Race Against Time II
   ------Ja Rule

Yeah, yeah, uh huh
Race against time, ha part two
You know, haha
Uh, c'mon
Yeah, yeah, yeah, haha
Nothin' like the future

[Verse 1]
Guess who's back to personify money, power, and bitches
But when bitches been gettin' money, that's when shit gets ridiculous
I'm hittin' switches, like six fo's, bouncin' and leanin'
On the west coast seemin, keep fo' fo' demon
And the rock is all stashed up
Roll up a little diesel, keep it hashed up
Then holla, holla at the whores, is hollerin' back, let 'em know a few a facts
Like if you're ridin', your back's slidin'
This is the 'Race Against Time' and I ain't got time to waste
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To give chase, I put a hole in your fin
Put your head to the barrel, like DJ's is spinnin'
Backward, to blow off the backwood, I'm so hood
But what's really hood, when you ain't doin' your hood
No motherfuckin' good, and bein' misunderstood
I would die if I could, Rule the lion
And I'ma keep, "ri-da-da-da-da-da-din'"

[Chorus 2x]
Race against time I
Can't stop
Runnin' through the red light
Livin' my life
Even if I'm gettin' too hot
Still I can't stop
"Ri-da-da-da-da-da-din'"

[Verse 2]
Bless the day that the God was born two-twenty-nine, seventy-six
When cocaine was heavily mixed
And all them niggaz had a fixation, for bad reputation
For pimpin' hoes, and shootin' fo, to bring the free basin'
If this is time erasin', the Devil is runnin' like Bettis
And got his guns out, lookin' for ways to behead us
You can die in a matter of seconds, so I'ma slow it down
Turn back the hands of time, with the 40 cal
Clamin' your style is the realest, so I'ma define
The meanin' of murder, it's killer, you outta your mind
The burner's designed for the fill up, no gas
And when I spits like acid
Smoke weed, but blow ether, spit ashes
Cause young Rule is in his prime like 'Clay Cassius'
Hated by the masses, but overwhelmed with love and passion
For when I die niggaz keep, "ri-da-da-da-da-din'"

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 3]
If Jesus Christ was criticized, then why not me?
What the fuck am I special? I struck a deal with Devil
Haha, every kid prophet, which one seems like it's logic
Me in church, or me in bed with bitches managen
I can chase like sergeant, addictive like heroin
Outsiders just lookin' in, from a barrel that's pinned to the peep hole
They seein' all or nothin' like Jazz from Clisco
Hit 'em up and let's go, jump over the threshold
I just married to bangin' pistol
Drugs and other shit, feel in with bitch
That I call crime, she reminded me that nobody can beat time
If you get enough of it nigga
So I looked her dead in her eyes, and pulled the trigger
Thinkin' that the music we feel, would be somethin' different
But this the same old criminal vibin' I ain't hidin'
I'ma keep, "ri-da-da-da-da-din'"

[Chorus 2x]