Letras
Yeah, yeah, uh huh
Race against time, ha part two
You know, haha
Uh, come on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, haha
Nothin' like the future
Guess who's back to personify money, power, and bitches
But when bitches been gettin' money, that's 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's 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 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 doin your hood
No motherfuckin' good, and bein' misunderstood
I would die if I could, Rule the lion
And I'mma keep ridin'
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 ridin'
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 ridin'
Bless the day that the God was born too, 2976
When cocaine was heavily mixed
And all the niggas 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'mma slow it down
Turn back the hands of time with the .40 Cal
Claimin' your style is "Guerrilla", so I'mma 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 reefer, blow ether, spit ashes
'Cause young Rule is in his prime like 'Clay Cassius'