Yeah, yeah, uh huh

Race against time, ha part two


You know, haha,


Uh, c'mon

Yeah, yeah, yeah, haha


Nothin like the future







Guess who's back to personify money, power, and (*##$es


But when (*##$es been gettin money, that when %#@! 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 !@^%s, 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 mother$#&@in good, and bein misunderstood

I would die if I could, Rule the lion


And I'ma keep "ri-da-da-da-da-in"







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"







Bless the day that the God was born two, twenty-nine, seventy-six


This cocaine was heavily mixed

And all them ^!$$%z 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 ^!$$%z keep "ri-da-da-da-din"










If Jesus Christ was criticized, then why not me

What the $#&@ 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 (*##$es managen

I can chase like sergeant, addictive like !@(%


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 %#@!


Fell in love with a (*##$ that I call crime

She reminded me that nobody can beat time

If you get enough of it ^!$$%


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"