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 b**hes
But when b**hes been gettin money, that's when sh** 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 who*es, 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 motherf**in good, and bein misunderstood
I would die if I could, Rule the lion
And I'mma keep "ri-da-da-da-da-in"
[Hook] - 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
When c**aine was heavily mixed
And all the n***as 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 k**er
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 Ca**ius'
Hated by the ma**es, but overwhelmed with love and pa**ion
For when I die n***as keep "ri-da-da-da-din"
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
If Jesus Christ was criticized, then why not me
What the f** am I special, I struck a deal with the devil
Haha, if a kid a prophet, which one seem like its logic
Me in church, or me in bed with b**hes menagen
I can chase like sergeant, addictive like h**n
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, d** and other sh**
Fell in love with a b**h that I call crime
She reminded me that nobody can beat time
If you get enough of it n***a
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"
[Hook]