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busta rhymes - the finish line lyrics

[intro]
this is dedicated to all those who don’t see it coming…

[verse 1]
and, yo! i can’t afford to waste a second
steppin’ with my eyes on n-ggas checkin’ on my weapons
every millisecond, motherf-ckers say they true to this
but when they grab the microphone they sh-t sound like stupidness
hah, mad to pull another vicious scandal
i know that you can’t handle when i hip 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! sh-t will make a n-gga curse
when worse comes to worst, you be the first to disperse now
we don’t believe your man was living like that
hoping to find that n-gga see exactly where his heart was at
it’s a d-mn shame how son know your style, know your name
watch how he pull your file, make you wish you never f-ckin came now
even the hardest motherf-cker has his final day
so k!ll that sh-t you talkin, and be about your f-ckin way

[verse 2]
yo, everyday i see you on the block smoking
with a bunch of n-ggas scoping on how they can split you wide open
you don’t even know what’s going on up in your circle
awful murder n-ggas itch to leave you black blue and purple
ahh, your man came to put you on and tried to make you breathe
hit you with some sh-t that left you flippin mad in disbelief
you just can’t believe that n-ggas that you smoke with is on it
and the way they r-ss they really got to bust yo’ sh-t!
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

[verse 3]
now, there’s about a million motherf-ckers on your trail
quick to bust your sh-t for every single time your words failed
i’m watchin’ all the moves you makin’ f-ck the speculatin’
super-b-tch n-gga you just be fakin’ if i’m not mistaken
every move you fake you dig your grave a little deeper
come around me with that sh-t i’mma 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 sh-t you speak
and step inside the club just to receive the illest -ss 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 b-tch way of thinkin’
ahh, watch you diminish, while your n-ggas have to put a finish
on your misleading false image

[chorus]
you can live true, baby, you can live trife
whatever way you chose, you got to leave your life
ayo, you’re running out of time, and you ’bout to cross
the finish line, the finish line
you can live true, baby, you can live trife
whatever way you chose, you got to leave your life
ayo, you’re running out of time, and you ’bout to cross
the finish line, the finish line
you can live true, baby, you can live trife
whatever way you chose, you got to leave your life
ayo, you’re running out of time, and you ’bout to cross
the finish line, the finish line
you can live true, baby, you can live trife
whatever way you chose, you got to leave your life
ayo, you’re running out of time, and you ’bout to cross
the finish line, the finish line
you can live true, baby, you can live trife
whatever way you chose, you got to leave your life
ayo, you’re running out of time, and you ’bout to cross
the finish line, the finish line

[outro]
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’, misleadin’ 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 motherf-ckers
living out here on that bullsh-t
trying to act like they know what the f-ck’s going on

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