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    Finish Line

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    Finish Line
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      About "Finish Line"

      Lyrics for Busta Rhymes - "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

      SONGWRITERS:
      RHYMES, BUSTA / SPIVEY, GEORGE
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