Correction Lyrics Race Against Time Part. 2 by Ja Rule

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

Guess who's back to personify money, power, and bitches
But when bitches been gettin money, that's 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's 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 fitted
Put your head to the barrel like DJ's a spin it
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'mma keep "ri-da-da-da-da-in"

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"

Bless the day that the God was born two, twenty-nine, seventy-six
When cocaine was heavily mixed
And all the niggas 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'mma slow it down
Turn back the hands of time with the .40 Cal
Claimin your style is "Guerrilla", so I'mma 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 reefer, 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 niggas keep "ri-da-da-da-din"

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"

If Jesus Christ was criticized, then why not me
What the fuck am I special, I struck a deal with the devil
Haha, advocate of profit, which one seems like it's logic
Me in church, or me in bed with bitches ménaging
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
Fell 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 and film would be somethin different
But this the same old criminal vibin
I ain't hidin, I'mma keep "ri-da-da-da-din"

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"

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