busta rhymes
the finish line
This is dedicated to all those who don't see it coming  [Chorus: x2] You can live true baby  you can live trife  Whatever way you chose you got to leave your life  Hey yo you're running out of time  and you bout to cross  The finish line  the finish line   And  yo! I can't afford to waste a second  Stepping with my eyes on niggaz checking on my weapons  Every millisecond, motherfuckers say they true to this  But when they grab the microphone they shit sound like stupidness  Haha, mad to pull another vicious scandal  I know that you can't handle when I flip from other angles now  Feel my hot wax, burning from my melting candles  You can't take the heat, so you switch from boots to wearing sandals  This is for example! Shit will make a nigga curse  When worse comes to worse, you be the first to disperse now  We don't believe your man was living like that  Hoping to find that nigga see exactly where his heart was at  It's a damn shame how Son know your style, know your name  Watch how he pull your file, make you wish you never fucking came now! Even the hardest motherfucker has his final day  So kill that shit you talking, and be about your fucking way   [Chorus: x2]  Yo, everyday I see you on the block smoking  With a bunch of niggas scoping on how they can split you WIDE open  You don't even know what's going on up in your circle  Awful murder niggas itch to leave you black blue and purple  Ah! Your man came to put you on and tried to make you bleed  Hit you with some shit that left you flipping mad in disbelief  You just can't believe that niggas that you smoke with is on it  And the way they rass they really got to bust yo' shit!  Thought your man was joking, paid no attention to the situation  Got with your crew and just continued smoking  Now your man sit and watch you panic  In any other situation you'd be fronting like you gigantic  I guess all that fronting is your main talent  It's apparent, he can see right through you like you transparent  Haha, hey yo you need to watch your back you running out of time  Watch your step, 'cause you only inches from the finish line   [Chorus: x2]  Now, there's about a million motherfuckers on your trail  Quick to bust your shit for every single time your words failed  I'm watching all the moves you making fuck the speculating Super-bitch nigga you just be faking if I'm not mistaking  Every move you fake you dig your grave a little deeper  Come around me with that shit I'ma flip it to my brother's keeper  Listen to this: overstress my emphasis  I insist to fix and bring the noise as long as I exist  Now you walk around the streets with all that shit you speak  And step inside the club just to receive the illest ass beating  Hoo! Take a look around you get no type of sympathy  Impatiently, I sit and watch you die in your own iniquity  Haha, now you out dead and stinking, and your eyes are no longer blinking  Time caught up quick, with your little bitch way of thinking  Ah, watch you diminish, while your niggas have to put a finish  On your misleading false image   [Chorus: x5]  Word is bond, bond is life  You shall be willing to give your life  Before your words shall fail  All those who out there fronting, misleading they peoples  Acting other than they really are  It will catch up to you player, word is bond  So that's, specifically, to all those fake motherfuckers  Living out here on that bullshit  Trying to act like they know what the fuck's going on