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 (*##$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"


[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 ^!$$%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"


[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

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 %#@!

Feel 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"

[Chorus]