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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

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

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