"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

[Verse 1]
Guess who's back to personify money, power, and bitches
But when bitches been gettin money, that 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 is 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 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 motherfuckin 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 cocaine was heavily mixed
And all them niggaz 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 killer
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 Cassius'
Hated by the masses, but overwhelmed with love and passion

For when I die niggaz keep "ri-da-da-da-din"

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
If Jesus Christ was criticized, then why not me
What the fuck 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 bitches managen
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
Feel 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 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]

"Niggas & Bitches"

[Intro - Ja Rule - talking]
Yeah ... ha, uh huh
You know how we do (we're gonna do how we do)
Uh, uh, yo my nigga Cad what's hangin nigga (gangsta shit)
Nigga Terry what's goin on nigga
Let me talk to 'em for a minute (Murder Inc. bosses in the building)
Yeah, haha

[Chorus]
Niggas! Grip the iron and keep it cocked
Bitches! Work your clit keep that pussy hot
Cause it's all about the benjamins and nobody ain't doin it like us
C'mon what y'all want?

Niggas! Grip the iron and keep it cocked
Bitches! Work your clit keep that pussy hot
Cause it's all about sex, money, and murder
Bitches that burn ya, niggas with burners

Cocked and let go!

[Verse 1]
Fuck all y'all motherfuckin bitch ass niggas
I'm talkin to whoever wanna be ridin my dick
And you know your gon' get it as hot as I spit it
It's the Rule and nobody wanna be bothered with
If I hit 'em in every direction with four fifths
Will expend like 45's with compact discs (c'mon)
It's a disappointment to see niggas flip on Rule like they double jointed
When I'm one of rap's anointed
Who else used to order it all on the dick
Like when I come through with spinners on the six
And got bitches bouncin like Ronnie in Tricks
But some whores in this game really don't make sense
Bomb roof and via Cal's and clonin Ems
But when bullets go through your film, we break your limbs
A horror show, yeah picture this
Cause I guess you can't see it, it's Murder again

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Rule I fuck with bitches in Manolos and thick Louie Vuitton logos
Cause I don't love these hoes
I'm above and beyond everything that your seein
And I'm the only real nigga left rappin this freakin
If I could be one of the seasons, you'd call me summer
The way I bang the heater out the back of the Hummer
The bull just move like runners from city block to city block
Layin down the foundation for what's really hot
Y'all niggas really not on my level (c'mon)
I'm like slugs when they pierce the metal, you see sparks (what)
My voice is a brush, they hear it it's like art
And nobody can really tell the twins apart
I call one Nina, other one Santa Maria
I might roll up on your set, dump and lean ya
My bitch is cocked to bang men in Virginia

Don't make me run up on ya, put a few in ya

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Yeah, yeah, yo, Murder's outlaw, that guess I get a city's a broads
So I push the Porsche high and truck to court
Holla at the judge if the judge made a bad decision
I feel like the nigga that triggerin guns with mittens
It's hard to get done, I'm hearin that security runs
around 30K, if they don't get hit with an AK
And found out that the security's runnin another way
Like with me, it's Murder, probably
If I could drop in to manslaughter get a bail and flee
Cause my downess says bitch up, let her handle the pick up
Snow cone the country leave no market untouched
Call me drugs if this is how they pushin us rafters
But I don't do it cause I need it, I do it cause I want more
Definition is greed, I do it cause I want yours
And y'all niggas is teasin, y'all don't really want war

But if you really do, your gonna need a lot more

[Chorus - 2X]

[Outro - Ja Rule - talking]
Faggots, haha (Panna Banana what up)
Yeah, shout out to my nigga 01 (my nigga Holla, I see you baby)
Baby, you know what I mean? My nigga Black Child (Joe, what up nigga)
Big Caddillac, my motherfuckin partner my brother
What up Gotti, you know how we gonna do these niggas
You ain't got to pick up no mic either my nigga
I got this, I got these niggas Gotti
Holla back nigga [laughing]
Yeah, uh, yo my nigga Burns in the building
Blow somethin up nigga [fades out]

But if you really do, your gonna need a lot more

[Chorus - 2X]

[Outro - Ja Rule - talking]
Faggots, haha (Panna Banana what up)
Yeah, shout out to my nigga 01 (my nigga Holla, I see you baby)
Baby, you know what I mean? My nigga Black Child (Joe, what up nigga)
Big Caddillac, my motherfuckin partner my brother
What up Gotti, you know how we gonna do these niggas
You ain't got to pick up no mic either my nigga
I got this, I got these niggas Gotti
Holla back nigga [laughing]
Yeah, uh, yo my nigga Burns in the building
Blow somethin up nigga [fades out]

"Blood In My Eye"
(feat. Hussein Fatal)

[Intro Hussein Fatal]
And what ever it is then that's what is gonna be nigga
Hussein Fatal, the outlaw don, "Blood In My Eyes"
Shyea', Triple O stand up, Got your mind's back right
Jerse's mobbin' these cowards all the time
You know gunning them down, Every thing like that
Smooth stayin' forty below on these cowards, early nigga
Outlaw status only got these niggaz on freeze
Get down and lay down, Draw heat and protect your self
Rule' holla at yo' peoples nigga..

[Verse 1 Ja Rule]
For now on call me the don, and bicthes call me don da da
Where ever I go niggaz soon to follow'
Like when I dropped my first joint making the world "Holla"
I kept it "Between Me And You"
Cause that what real street niggaz do
"Put it on Me, cause even thugs get lonely
Sometimes "I Cry", fo' niggaz I'm a baptized
when will they realize I "Live It Up"
cop tha coke sell it and re' it up
I'm "Always On Time" got bitches "Memsmerize"
from the "Thug Lovin" load the clip
cock back the nine, open mouth shove it
look in his eyes, and squeeze like fuck it
And just to think my niggaz do this shit for nuthin'
When my wild Rule' thuggins, lookin' to get a come up
Come on in and catch the angel that's all in
Call me Lord remis' my time, and I'll arrive with

Blood in my eyes

[Hussein Fatal Talking]
That's what real niggaz do u know
We hold it down for each other
We don't waste time we get it done
Why not, Why would'nt we, you know
That what goes down you know
You draw yours, I draw mine
Who ever get the drop that what it is
The object is to get it done, let's go it's nuthin' (Yo)

[Verse 2 Ja Rule]
Fuck tha world and niggaz that proceed to run it
Rule' for prez cause I'm one of the best that done it
On the M-I, these niggaz spittin' semi, to get by
But never really get right, livin off of the hit I
"DMX" was my dog, but now we just dog fight
Sucking on glass dicks, calling them crack pipes
And I'm hearin' you letting yo' health slide these days
And yo lady's dicked up, and you contracted to aids
Who the fuck you callin' gay nigga, must a been talk to
Em' and "Dre", nigga, pour out a little liqour
And rest in peace to "Tupac Shakur", cause you let us know
that Dre was a queer before
And "Marshall" how dare you use his name in vain
Son of a panther, you'll never understand his pain
But you do understand trailer parks and cocaine
Disrespcting your mother what fuckin part of
the game is that man , I guess this world need change
so we got it, and now I gotta put 'em in the grave
Red, guide 'em before they put us in the cage
Rule' and Gotti america's most wanted to many..
Come and get me!!! (Pretty soon ya gonna pay)

"It's Murda (Freestyle)"
(feat. Hussein Fatal)

[Intro Ja rule]
It's Murda... (ha ha ha)
It's Murda... we back up in this muthafucka!
It's Murda... y'all know who we be
Yeah, aiyyo don't let me catch ya runnin from the back of BET either nigga
(my nigga Fatal on tha muthafuckin ones and twos)
Holla back you bitch ass niggaz

[Verse 1 Ja Rule]
Yo, cock sucka', I get squat and post and cocked tha nina'
In tha five series beamer, dump and lean ya
I fell off on a misdemeanor, ride red over black madina's
Take crazy for genuis, hated like Jesus Christ
My weakness have always been bad bitches
and new bills with krisis', my thesis more than extrordinary
And that nigga that got shot nine times can tell ya that I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck, god may I ask yo' permission to take his life
This is a man be "I" N-C to R-U-L-E extrordinary, one for tha ages
when then sawed off with tha front of them gauges
To engage in combat
To send you and 'fem' where yo moms at
Motherfucka you hear that
And I ain't talkin about them heaven from skies
I'm talkin' about them fire from nines
Or maybe the fifty cal. cause you like five-oh
Or maybe somewhere in Cal where you like to lay low
You bitch made, and I heard about that bitch
you be slayin layin up with, some where off of Sunset
Y'all haven't heard yet that nigga change is "Loose"
And I got "Proof" get it, I got "Proof"
Yo vest is no use when we cock and flame
It's Murda, (yeah) murda incorporated (ha ha)

[Verse 2 Hussein Fatal]
It's Murda (yeah)
Hussein Fatal nigga (It's Murda)
Muthafuckas...
Rule' these niggas crazy, reppin' him without me
"A.I" ain't in tha click, believe they won't win without me
Yo, I'm small lil' homies, frail but bold
went from base to some bullshit like "Jalen Rose"
Got my blind D-O-G's readin' brail and coats
keep tha heat in tha winter I can't tell it's cold
Clean my set, pieced out flame tha tec
Throw shots out niggas catch like "Wayne Cherbet"
Son of a gangsta, Talk dirty son I'm a bang ya
I'm tha truth with tha ox, keep gum on tha banger
Hussein, the only reason hoes chase tha thugs
Nigga blade part two I got tha taste for blood
Log on Fatal.com, see fatal drop bombs
more militant minded then y'all faded with 'Pac rhymes
Clucthing tha stick beam, suckin' tha stick green
Out tha window or tha sunroof, buckin' tha sixteen
You ain't a gangsta 'Em', this is gangsta shit
And "50" you ain't nuthin' but a gangsta bitch
"Pac'" would have never did no song with no wanksta snicth
He confusin' ya'll he ain't tha shit
We sex, money and murda you niggas
Ain't no playin' around with this rap shit
banana clip, mack's spit bodies rap up in plastic
This tha city where tha skinny niggas die (no)