Finish line lyrics

Artist  : Busta rhymes 
Song : Finish line
 
This is dedicated to all those who don't see it
coming...

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

You can live true baby, you can live trife
Whatever way you chose you got to leave your life
Aiyyo you're running out of time, and you bout to
cross
The finish line, the finish line

[repeat Chorus]

[Verse One: Busta Rhymes]

And, yo!  I can't afford to waste a second
Steppin with my eyes on niggaz checkin on my
weapons
Every millisecond, motherfuckers say they true to
this
But when they grab the microphone they shit sound
like stupidness
*beatboxing* Hah, 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 fuckin came NOW
Even the hardest motherfucker has his final day
So kill that shit you talkin, and be about your
fuckin way

[Chorus 2X]

[Verse Two: Busta Rhymes]

Yo, everyday I see you on the block smoking
With a bunch of niggaz scoping on how they can
split you WIDE open
You don't even know what's going on up in your
circle
Awful murder niggaz itch to leave you black blue
and purple
Ahh, your man came to put you on and tried to
make you bleed
Hit you with some shit that left you flippin mad
in disbelief
You just can't believe that niggaz 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
Hah, aiyyo you need to watch your back you
running out of time
Watch your step, cuz you only inches from the
finish line

[Chorus 2X]

[Verse Three: Busta Rhymes]

Now, there's about a million motherfuckers on
your trail
Quick to bust your shit for every single time
your words failed
I'm watchin all the moves you makin fuck the
speculatin
Super-bitch nigga you just be fakin if I'm not
mistakin
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
Hah, now you out dead and stinkin, and your eyes
are no longer blinkin
Time caught up quick, with your little BITCH way
of thinkin
Ahh, watch you diminish, while your niggaz have
to put a finish
On your misleading false image

[Chorus 5X]

Word is bond, bond is life
You shall be willing to give your life
Before your words shall fail
All those who out there frontin, misleading they
peoples
Actin 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