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".