This is dedicated to all those who don't see it coming...      [Chorus: Busta Rhymes]      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   *beatboxing* Hah, 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 fuckin came NOW   Even the hardest motherfucker has his final day   So kill that shit you talkin, and be about your fuckin way      [Chorus 2X]      [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      [Chorus 2X]      [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      [Chorus 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 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