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   Fell 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]