The Finish Line Busta Rhymes

[Produced by DJ Scratch]

[Intro]
Haha (Word to God)
This is dedicated to all those who don't see it coming

[Chorus]
(Ha) You can live true, baby, you can (Ha) live trife (Word up, trife)
(Haha) Whatever way you chose, you got to leave your life
Ayo, you're runnin' out of time and you 'bout to cross
The finish line (Ha), the finish line (Word up)
You can live true, baby, you can live trife
Whatever way you chose, you got to leave your life
Ayo, you're runnin' out of time and you 'bout to cross
The finish line (Ha), the finish line

[Verse 1]
And, yo (Yuh), I can't afford to waste a second (Ha)
Steppin' with my eyes on niggas, checkin' on my weapons
Every millisecond (Ha) motherfuckers say they true to this
But when they grab the microphone they shit sound like stupidness
Hah! Mad to pull another vicious scandal (Ha)
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 (Hah) to wearin' sandals
This is for example! (Hoooo) Shit will make a nigga curse (Hah)
When worse comes to worst, you be the first to disperse now!
You don't believe your man was livin' like that (Livin' like)
Hopin' you find that nigga, see exactly where his heart was at
It's a damn shame (Ha) how son know your style (Ha), know your name
Watch how he pull your file, make you wish you never fuckin' came now!
Even the hardest motherfucker (Hah) has his final day
So kill that shit you talkin' and be about your fuckin' way!