Busta Rhymes - A Trip Out Of Town lyrics

[skit] [Busta Rhymes] yo, it all began like, bust it My n***a City bout to bounce on a trip We met some n***as with alot of things they want em to flip I told my n***a get the dough and keep the blau on your hip Travel safe, you know that I'ma hold it down on the strip Good lookin, word to mother son I give you my wit But when I get back, I'ma bounce straight to your crib On the strength, son slid until you to the Greyhound Wit a burner in the knapsack, headed straight outta town Now, three days pa** I'm still on the strip Doin hand to hand with twelve collapsible, stashable clips With little magnets on the side of the clips we planted like a project When police come we stick the clips in any metal object Throwin a n***a on the walls and try to search me down I laugh knowin that my stash'll never be found Well anyway, on the third day, son came straight to the strip Wit a new floss and shiny shoes on the whip My n***a hit me with the latest, greatest He told me get inside the whip so I can know just what the up to date is He said he f**in wit some Guyanese n***as how ill them n***as is What kind of dough they get, and how they handle they biz How they connect with Jamaician n***as who speak American And how they chains swung a medallion iced out pelicans And how they stay wit four pounders And speak American to try to blend in Like they aint obvious out of towners Okay, I've never heard of workers gettin five G's pay For trips that last for only 2-3 day How these Guyanese n***as be eatin pasta but they love zucchini Rockin valor tennis suits by Sergio Tecchini Them type of cats that call you because you can't call 'em Rockin baseball fitters with wild animal skins on 'em How they rock silks and tailor made pants And get a matching bally shoe for the silk to step in the dance Washrags hangin from every one of our back pockets >From every fine wine to champagne them n***as'll straight cop it And set up shops in them neighborhoods that was residential Rock laced whips while the workers'll floss the latest rentals How they f** with arrogant b**hes who act p**y And love to hustle wit n***as and stash coke up in they p**y After all of that I wanted ones The way my n***a was talkin so next trip I went to bounce with son So now we out of town with Guyanese cats Up in they gates bubbling packages and layin wit gats sh** was slow until the main fiend was offed Just like a thief in the night And spread the word that we was back with the white [Intermission] "Ayo why don't you tell that crackhead to close the f**in door and shut the f** up" "Yeah man and clean the motherf**ing spot up, smell like..." "Break the f**in breakdown in the working city... yo go get the plates and the gym star" "Yo light that up, lemme hit that, gimme a light, yeah man cut that" "f** this sh**" [Busta Rhymes] Yeah, see how we blowin pa The lookout n***as holdin fort like they was watchtowers Buggin on how we went through, a half a brick every couple of hours So on and so on, sh** is good and we eatin First n***a to short a package will catch the most brutal beatin The whole town, see we now own it Carryin on and blemishing all in the hearts of the best moments We stackin cheddar now and sh** is all clear And we was growin as workin n***as wit aspiring ideas We love to floss and the feeling of pushing chrome sh** But in the grand scheme these n***as'll love to have they own sh** Now these n***as was really ready to swell up We decided to separate from them n***as and make our sh** develop Off in to the wilderness of the wicked Husid We set up shops and watched the games begin So now we ballin like a motherf**er, money was sick Gas on the cheddar and these b**hes ridin the dick f**in everything from the local McDonald's b**hes with the biggest a** To attorney b**hes that'll beat a charge fast We used to takin n***as' custies and leave they set up on tilt And watch 'em angrily scheme on the sh** that we built Aint it funny how sh** transpire in fact Not too long after our ride we took the winner's stash, house was at Some n***as tried to run a jook with things in they palm Not a problem so immediately reach for the john Right away the gun BUST! straight lifted a n***a How we moved his organs with kickback, shifted a n***a Wild shots fire, everybody scatter like rats Leavin nothing but gunpowder and a trail of smoke in these gats Now we got this f*ggot n***a blood on our hands But f** it, determined to fulfill the best of these plans sh** was hot but we was nowhere near ready to fall My son said he shot, but he wasn't bleeding at all Word, I started buggin when my n***a said he feel cold Then I looked up on the right side of his shirt and found a little hole So as we continue to radically blaze the fifth Flame the iron, not giving a f**, y'all n***as wanna rip? Well we deaded three out of the four n***as who tried to jook One n***a slid and think he got off the hook Now let me find out one out of them three n***as we bodied Was one of them Guyanese n***as who buy drinks up for the party He was the n***a to flood the table with champagnes Stupid motherf**er tried to front, we had to leak his brain Suddenly my n***a fell to the floor And said his legs feel like them sh**s aint got no feelins no more More the actin up the more the sh** I felt in my gut The sh** was all over as soon as the director said CUT! That's a wrap, good actin motherf**ers, good actin That's the sh** I'm talkin about Y'all ready to watch the playback? f** around, that sh**'ll be a box office smash motherf**ers [applause] [THE END]