Chorus: Busta RhymesYou can live true baby, you can live trifeWhatever way you chose you got to leave your lifeAiyyo you're running out of time, and you bout to crossThe finish line, the finish line(repeat Chorus)Verse One: Busta RhymesAnd, yo!I can't afford to waste a secondSteppin with my eyes on niggaz checkin on my weaponsEvery millisecond, motherfuckers say they true to thisBut when they grab the microphone they shit sound like stupidness*beatboxing* Hah, mad to pull another vicious scandalI know that you can't handle when I flip from other angles nowFeel my hot wax, burning from my melting candlesYou can't take the heat, so you switch from boots to wearing sandalsThis is for example!Shit will make a nigga curseWhen worse comes to worse, you be the first to disperse nowWe don't BELIEVE your man was living like thatHoping to find that nigga see exactly where his heart was atIt's a damn shame how Son know your style, know your nameWatch how he pull your file, make you wish you never fuckin came NOWEven the hardest motherfucker has his final daySo kill that shit you talkin, and be about your fuckin wayChorus 2XVerse Two: Busta RhymesYo, everyday I see you on the block smokingWith a bunch of niggaz scoping on how they can split you WIDE openYou don't even know what's going on up in your circleAwful murder niggaz itch to leave you black blue and purpleAhh, your man came to put you on and tried to make you bleedHit you with some shit that left you flippin mad in disbeliefYou just can't believe that niggaz that you smoke with is on itAnd the way they rass they really got to bust yo' shit!Thought your man was joking, paid no attention to the situationGot with your crew and just continued smokingNow your man sit and watch you panicIn any other situation you'd be fronting like you giganticI guess all that fronting is your main talentIt's apparent, he can see right through you like you transparentHah, aiyyo you need to watch your back you running out of timeWatch your step, cuz you only inches from the finish lineChorus 2XVerse Three: Busta RhymesNow, there's about a million motherfuckers on your trailQuick to bust your shit for every single time your words failedI'm watchin all the moves you makin fuck the speculatinSuper-bitch nigga you just be fakin if I'm not mistakinEvery move you fake you dig your grave a little deeperCome around me with that shit I'ma flip it to my brother's keeperListen to this: overstress my emphasisI insist to fix and bring the noise as long as I existNow you walk around the streets with all that shit you speakAnd step inside the club just to receive the illest ass beatingHOO! Take a look around you get no type of sympathyImpatiently, I sit and watch you die in your own iniquityHah, now you out dead and stinkin, and your eyes are no longer blinkinTime caught up quick, with your little BITCH way of thinkinAhh, watch you diminish, while your niggaz have to put a finishOn your misleading false imageChorus 5XWord is bond, bond is lifeYou shall be willing to give your lifeBefore your words shall failAll those who out there frontin, misleading they peoplesActin other than they really areIt will catch up to you player, word is bondSo that's, specifically, to all those fake motherfuckersLiving out here on that bullshitTrying to act like they know what the fuck's going on