Ja Rule - Race Against Time Ii lyrics

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 b**hes But when b**hes been gettin money, that when sh** 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 who*es, 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 motherf**in good, and bein misunderstood I would die if I could, Rule the lion And I'ma keep "ri-da-da-da-da-in" [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 c**aine was heavily mixed And all them n***az 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 k**er 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 Ca**ius' Hated by the ma**es, but overwhelmed with love and pa**ion For when I die n***az keep "ri-da-da-da-din" [Chorus] [Verse 3] If Jesus Christ was criticized, then why not me What the f** 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 b**hes managen I can chase like sergeant, addictive like h**n 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, d** and other sh** Feel in love with a b**h that I call crime She reminded me that nobody can beat time If you get enough of it n***a 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]