Yeah, yeah, uh huh
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Race against time, ha part two
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You know, haha,
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Uh, c'mon
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, haha
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Nothin like the future
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[Verse 1]
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Guess who's back to personify money, power, and bitches
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But when bitches been gettin money, that when shit get ridiculous
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I'm hittin switches like six fo's, bouncin and leanin
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The west coast seemin, keep the fo' fo' demon
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And the rock is all stashed up
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Roll up a little diesel, keep it hashed up
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Then +Holla, Holla+ at the whores, is hollerin back
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Let 'em know a few facts like if your ridin, your back's slidin
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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
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But your head to the barrel like DJ's is spinnin
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Backward, to blow off the backwood, I'm so hood
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But what's really hood, when you ain't doin your hood
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no motherfuckin good, and bein misunderstood
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I would die if I could, Rule the lion
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And I'ma keep "ri-da-da-da-da-in"
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[Chorus - 2X]
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Race against time, I - can't stop
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Runnin through the red light - livin my life
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Even if I'm gettin too hot
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Still I can't stop - "Ri-da-da-da-din"
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[Verse 2]
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Bless the day that the God was born two, twenty-nine, seventy-six
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This cocaine was heavily mixed
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And all them niggaz had a fixation for bad reputation
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For pimpin hoes, and shootin fo, to bring the free basin
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If this is time erasin, the devil is runnin like Bettis
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And got his guns out lookin for ways to behead us
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You can die in a matter of seconds, so I'ma slow it down
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Turn back the hands of time with the 40 Cal
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Claimin your style is the realest, so I'ma define the meanin of murder, it's killer
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You outta your mind, the burner's designed for the fill up
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No gas, and when I spits like acid
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smoke weed, but blow ether, spit ashes
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cause young Rule in his prime like 'Clay Cassius'
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Hated by the masses, but overwhelmed with love and passion
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For when I die niggaz keep "ri-da-da-da-din"
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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If Jesus Christ was criticized, then why not me
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What the fuck am I special, I struck a deal with the devil
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Haha, every kid a prophet, which one seem like its logic
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Me in church, or me in bed with bitches managen
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I can chase like sergeant, addictive like heroin
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Outsiders just lookin in, through a barrel that's pinned to the peep hole
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They seein all or nothin like Jazz from Clisco
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Hit 'em up and let's go, jump over the threshold
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I just got married to bangin pistol, drugs and other shit
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Fell in love with a bitch that I call crime
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She reminded me that nobody can beat time
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If you get enough of it nigga
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So I looked her dead in her eyes and pulled the trigger
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Thinkin that the music we feel would be somethin different
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But this the same old criminal vibin
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I ain't hidin, I'ma keep "ri-da-da-da-din"
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[Chorus]
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Race Against Time Part. 2
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| Ja Rule |
