Race Against Time Part. 2 Lyrics - Ja Rule

Yeah, yeah, uh huh 

Race against time, ha part two 

You know, haha, 

Uh, see'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 when shit get ridiculous 

I'm hittin switches like six fo's, bouncin and leanin 

The west coast seemin, keep the 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 facts like if your ridin, your back's slidin 

This is the 'Race Against Time' and I ain't got time to waste 

To give chase, I put a hole in your fin 

But 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-in" 

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[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-din" 

[Verse 2] 

Bless the day that the God was born two, twenty-nine, seventy-six 

This 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 

Claimin 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 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-din" 

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[Chorus] 

[Verse 3] 

If Jesus Christ was criticized, then why not me 

What the fuck am I special, I struck a deal with the devil 

Haha, every kid a prophet, which one seem like its logic 

Me in church, or me in bed with bitches managen 

I can chase like sergeant, addictive like heroin 

Outsiders just lookin in, through 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 got married to bangin pistol, drugs and other shit 

Feel in love with a 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-din" 

[Chorus]