Yeah, yeah, uh huhRace against time, ha part twoYou know, ha ha, uh, c`monYeah, yeah, yeah, ha haNothin` like the futureGuess who`s back to personify money, power, and bitchesBut when bitches been gettin` money, that`s when shit get ridiculousI`m hittin` switches like six fo`s, bouncin` and leanin`The West coast seemin, keep the fo` fo` demonAnd the rock`s all stashed upRoll up a little diesel, keep it hashed upThen `Holla, holla` at the whores, is hollerin` backLet `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 wasteTo give chase, I put a hole in your fittedPut your head to the barrel like DJ`s a spin itBackward, to blow off the backwood, I`m so hoodBut what`s really hood, when you ain`t doin` your hoodNo motherfuckin` good, and bein` misunderstoodI would die if I could, Rule the lionAnd I`ma keep `Ri-da-da-da-da-in`Race against time, I can`t stopRunnin` through the red light livin` my lifeEven if I`m gettin` too hotStill I can`t stop `Ri-da-da-da-din`Race against time, I can`t stopRunnin` through the red light livin` my lifeEven if I`m gettin` too hotStill I can`t stop `Ri-da-da-da-din`Bless the day that the God was born twoTwenty-nine, seventy-six when cocaine was heavily mixedAnd all the niggaz had a fixation for bad reputationFor pimpin` hoes, and shootin` fo`, to bring the free basinIf this is time erasin`, the devil is runnin` like BettiesAnd got his guns out lookin` for ways to behead usYou can die in a matter of seconds, so I`ma slow it downTurn back the hands of time with the .40 CalClaimin` your style is `Guerrilla`So I`ma define the meanin` of `Murder`, it`s killerYou outta your mind, the burner`s designed for the fill upNo gas, and when I spits like acidSmoke reefer, blow ether, spit ashes`Cause young Rule is in his prime like `Clay Cassius`Hated by the masses, but overwhelmed with love and passionFor when I die niggaz keep `Ri-da-da-da-din`Race against time, I can`t stopRunnin` through the red light livin` my lifeEven if I`m gettin` too hotStill I can`t stop `Ri-da-da-da-din`Race against time, I can`t stopRunnin` through the red light livin` my lifeEven if I`m gettin` too hotStill I can`t stop `Ri-da-da-da-din`If Jesus Christ was criticized, then why not meWhat the fuck am I special? I struck a deal with the devilHa ha, if a kid a prophet, which one seem like its logicMe in church, or me in bed with bitches menagenI can chase like sergeant, addictive like heroinOutsiders just lookin` in, through a barrel that`s pinned to the peep holeThey seein` all or nothin` like Jazz from CliscoHit `em up and let`s goJump over the threshold I just got marriedTo bangin` pistol, drugs and other shitFell in love with a bitch that I call CrimeShe reminded me that nobody can beat timeIf you get enough of it niggaSo I looked her dead in her eyes and pulled the triggerThinkin` that the music and film would be somethin` differentBut this the same old criminal vibin`I ain`t hidin`, I`ma keep `Ri-da-da-da-din`Race against time, I can`t stopRunnin` through the red light livin` my lifeEven if I`m gettin` too hotStill I can`t stop `Ri-da-da-da-din`Race against time, I can`t stopRunnin` through the red light livin` my lifeEven if I`m gettin` too hotStill I can`t stop `Ri-da-da-da-din`