Ja Rule

Race Against Time Part. 2

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Текст песни Ja Rule - Race Against Time Part. 2




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 when shit get ridiculousI'm hittin switches like six fo's, bouncin and leaninThe west coast seemin, keep the fo' fo' demonAnd the rock is 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 finBut your head to the barrel like DJ's is spinninBackward, 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 - 2X]Race 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-sixThis cocaine was heavily mixedAnd all them 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 the realest, 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 weed, but blow ether, spit ashes cause young Rule 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, every kid a prophet, which one seem like its logicMe in church, or me in bed with bitches managenI 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 we feel 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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