Race Against Time II

(アルバム： Blood In My Eye - 2003)

Yeah, yeah, uh huh
Race against time, ha part two
You know, ha ha
Uh, c'mon
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ha ha
Nothing like the future

Guess who's back to personify money, power, and bitches
But when bitches been getting money, that's when shit get ridiculous
I'm hitting switches like six fo's, bouncing and leaning
The west coast seeming, keep the fo' fo' demon
And the rock's all stashed up
Roll up a little diesel, keep it hashed up
Then holla, holla at the whores, is hollering back
Let 'em know a few facts like if your riding, your back's sliding
This is the 'Race Against Time' and I ain't got time to waste
To give chase, I put a hole in your fitted
Put your head to the barrel like DJ's a spin it
Backward, to blow off the backwood, I'm so hood
But what's really hood, when you ain't doing your hood
No motherfucking good, and being misunderstood
I would die if I could, Rule the lion
And I'mma keep "ri-da-da-da-da-in"

Race against time, I can't stop
Running through the red light – living my life
Even if I'm getting too hot
Still I can't stop – "Ri-da-da-da-din"

Race against time, I can't stop
Running through the red light – living my life
Even if I'm getting too hot
Still I can't stop – "Ri-da-da-da-din"

Bless the day that the God was born two, twenty-nine, seventy-six
When cocaine was heavily mixed
And all the niggas had a fixation for bad reputation
For pimping hoes, and shooting fo, to bring the free basin
If this is time erasing, the devil is running like Bettis
And got his guns out looking for ways to behead us
You can die in a matter of seconds, so I'mma slow it down
Turn back the hands of time with the .40 Cal
Claiming your style is "Guerrilla", so I'mma define the meaning 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 reefer, blow ether, spit ashes
Cause young Rule is in his prime like 'Clay Cassius'
Hated by the masses, but overwhelmed with love and passion
For when I die niggas keep "ri-da-da-da-din"

Race against time, I can't stop
Running through the red light – living my life
Even if I'm getting too hot
Still I can't stop – "Ri-da-da-da-din"

If Jesus Christ was criticized, then why not me
What the fuck am I special, I struck a deal with the devil
Ha ha, advocate of profit, which one seems like it's logic
Me in church, or me in bed with bitches ménaging
I can chase like sergeant, addictive like heroin
Outsiders just looking in, through a barrel that's pinned to the peep hole
They seeing all or nothing like Jazz from Clisco
Hit 'em up and let's go, jump over the threshold
I just got married to banging 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
Thinking that the music and film would be something different
But this the same old criminal vibing
I ain't hiding, I'mma keep "ri-da-da-da-din"

Race against time, I can't stop
Running through the red light – living my life
Even if I'm getting too hot
Still I can't stop – "Ri-da-da-da-din"