Yeah, yeah, uh huh Race against time, ha part two You know, ha ha, uh, c'mon Yeah, yeah, yeah, ha ha 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'ma keep 'Ri-da-da-da-da-in' 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' 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' Bless the day that the God was born two Twenty-nine, seventy-six when cocaine was heavily mixed And all the 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 Betties 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 'Guerrilla' 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 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 niggaz keep 'Ri-da-da-da-din' 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' 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' If Jesus Christ was criticized, then why not me What the fuck am I special? I struck a deal with the devil Ha ha, if a kid a prophet, which one seem like its logic Me in church, or me in bed with bitches menagen 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 and film would be somethin' different But this the same old criminal vibin' I ain't hidin', I'ma keep 'Ri-da-da-da-din' 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' 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' © SONGS OF TVT; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com