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Race Against Time II

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Yeah, yeah, uh huhRace against time, ha part twoYou know, haha Uh, c`monYeah, yeah, yeah, hahaNothin like the future[Verse 1]Guess who`s back to personify money, power, and bitchesBut when bitches been gettin money, that`s when shit get ridiculousI`m hittin switches like six fo`s, bouncin and leaninThe west coast seemin, keep the fo` fo` demonAnd the rock`s all stashed upRoll up a little diesel, keep it hashed upThen +Holla, Holla+ at the whores, is hollerin backLet `em know a few facts like if your ridin, your back`s slidinThis is the `Race Against Time` and I ain`t got time to wasteTo give chase, I put a hole in your fittedPut your head to the barrel like DJ`s a spin itBackward, to blow off the backwood, I`m so hoodBut what`s really hood, when you ain`t doin your hood no motherfuckin good, and bein misunderstoodI would die if I could, Rule the lionAnd I`ma keep "ri-da-da-da-da-in"[Chorus] - 2XRace against time, I - can`t stopRunnin through the red light - livin my lifeEven if I`m gettin too hotStill I can`t stop - "Ri-da-da-da-din"[Verse 2]Bless the day that the God was born two, twenty-nine, seventy-sixWhen cocaine was heavily mixedAnd all the niggaz had a fixation for bad reputationFor pimpin hoes, and shootin fo, to bring the free basinIf this is time erasin, the devil is runnin like BettisAnd got his guns out lookin for ways to behead usYou can die in a matter of seconds, so I`ma slow it downTurn back the hands of time with the .40 CalClaimin your style is "Guerrilla", so I`ma define the meanin of "Murder", it`s killerYou outta your mind, the burner`s designed for the fill upNo gas, and when I spits like acidsmoke reefer, blow ether, spit ashes Cause young Rule is in his prime like `Clay Cassius`Hated by the masses, but overwhelmed with love and passionFor when I die niggaz keep "ri-da-da-da-din"[Chorus][Verse 3]If Jesus Christ was criticized, then why not meWhat the fuck am I special, I struck a deal with the devilHaha, if a kid a prophet, which one seem like its logicMe in church, or me in bed with bitches menagenI can chase like sergeant, addictive like heroinOutsiders just lookin in, through a barrel that`s pinned to the peep holeThey seein all or nothin like Jazz from CliscoHit `em up and let`s go, jump over the thresholdI just got married to bangin pistol, drugs and other shitFell in love with a bitch that I call crimeShe reminded me that nobody can beat timeIf you get enough of it niggaSo I looked her dead in her eyes and pulled the triggerThinkin that the music and film would be somethin differentBut this the same old criminal vibinI ain`t hidin, I`ma keep "ri-da-da-da-din"[Chorus]

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