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 ^!$$%z checkin on my weapons

Every millisecond, mother$#&@ers say they true to this
But when they grab the microphone they %#@! 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! %#@! will make a ^!$$% 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 ^!$$% 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 $#&@in came NOW

Even the hardest mother$#&@er has his final day
So kill that %#@! you talkin, and be about your $#&@in way


[Chorus x2]

[Verse Two: Busta Rhymes]


Yo, everyday I see you on the block smoking
With a bunch of ^!$$%z scoping on how they can split you WIDE open

You don't even know what's going on up in your circle
Awful murder ^!$$%z 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 %#@! that left you flippin mad in disbelief
You just can't believe that ^!$$%z that you smoke with is on it
And the way they rass they really got to bust yo' %#@!!

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 x2]

[Verse Three: Busta Rhymes]


Now, there's about a million mother$#&@ers on your trail
Quick to bust your %#@! for every single time your words failed

I'm watchin all the moves you makin $#&@ the speculatin
Super-(*##$ ^!$$% 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 %#@! 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 %#@! you speak
And step inside the club just to receive the illest $$# 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 !#$* way of thinkin

Ahh, watch you diminish, while your ^!$$%z 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 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 mother$#&@ers
Living out here on that bull%#@!
Trying to act like they know what the $#&@'s going on