Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Finish Line , by - Busta Rhymes. Release date: 26.11.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Finish Line |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |