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Ja Rule

Race Against Time II

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TESTO - Ja Rule - Race Against Time II

VIDEO MUSICALE

TESTO - Ja Rule - Race Against Time II

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"




- 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"






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"











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"




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