Aiyyo, you're running out of time and you 'bout to cross The finish line, the finish line Now, there's about a million motherfuckers on your trail Quick to bust
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
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
the disco tech Woo Hah I got you all in check Throw your hands up in the air don't ever disrespect Woo-Hah I got you all in check (1st verse) Busta Rhymez
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
get that bank, Flip that flow, city ta? city, my niggas is gritty and o boy, Reppin that bone thug, mo? thug, thug line, Hit em with one rhyme, they be
, your a dutch master, Roll like a natural disaster, As I crack ya, ass like cheap blastas, Rhyme mic bash ya, while my tongue lash ya, With the rhyme
up your dukes and don't swing like Fred G.? Sanford I be makin' motherfuckers scratch they heads when I rhyme Y'all lil' niggaz scratch ya heads then rhyme
a basement party in Brooklyn The brothers was looking as soon as I put a foot in A female walked up to me and said, "Latifah bust a line" I don't think
wit a line up of artists Do it regardless It's all about where your heart is You can start this but Strange gonna finish it Menice rhyme spoken In every line
said hold on baby come here blaze it on the floor Now I finish with that Nigga give me my trap Staking whole lot of money get me before I finish my rap
battle rhymes just to see who was the best there were seven emcee's in the 7th grade i would kick seven rhymes had only seven made but those seven rhymes
split the train car like Moses did the Red Sea Get it in ya head, we gon' rock the dead Night of the living MCs', the weak ones fled C'mon Bust.. [Busta Rhymes
tracks 'For the finish doin' shuteye Pass the baton right ' One two three four five senses working overtime ' How to freak the wild funk, line by line
night and Jamaica Queens funkin' Elevated platform, I'm never gonna conform Riding over the diner where I always get my toast warm Bust into the conductor's booth andbusted out rhymes
, I did it for dough, this ain't about rhymes Cash on delivery, not leavin' without mines Face tried to powder my shine, it's about time To politic, poppin' the clip, bust
