Race Against Time (Part II)

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Race against time, ha part two

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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"

[chorus]