This is dedicated to all those who dont see it coming…
Busta Rhymes
You can live true baby, you can live trife
Whatever way you chose you got to leave your life
Aiyyo youre running out of time, and you bout to cross
The finish line, the finish line
Repeat
One Busta Rhymes
And, yo! I cant 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 cant handle when I flip from other angles now
Feel my hot wax, burning from my melting candles
You cant 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 dont BELIEVE your man was living like that
Hoping to find that nigga see exactly where his heart was at
Its 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
2X
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 dont even know whats 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 cant 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 youd be fronting like you gigantic
I guess all that fronting is your main talent
Its 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
2X
Three Busta Rhymes
Now, theres about a million motherfuckers on your trail
Quick to bust your shit for every single time your words failed
Im watchin all the moves you makin fuck the speculatin
Super-bitch nigga you just be fakin if Im not mistakin
Every move you fake you dig your grave a little deeper
Come around me with that shit Ima flip it to my brothers 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
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 thats, specifically, to all those fake motherfuckers
Living out here on that bullshit
Trying to act like they know what the fucks going on