A Trip Out of Town Lyrics

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A Trip Out of Town Lyrics

Artist Busta Rhymes

[Busta Rhymes] yo, it all began like, bust it My nigga City bout to bounce on a

trip We met some niggas with alot of things they want em to flip I told my nigga

get the dough and keep the blau on your hip Travel safe, you know that I ama

hold it down on the strip Good lookin, word to mother son I give you my wit But

when I get back, I ama 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 pass I am 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 nigga 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 nigga 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 fuckin wit some Guyanese niggas how ill them niggas is

What kind of dough they get, and how they handle they biz How they connect with

Jamaician niggas 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

niggas 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 niggas'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 fuck with arrogant bitches who act pussy And love to hustle wit

niggas and stash coke up in they pussy After all of that I wanted ones The way

my nigga 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 Shit

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 fuckin door and shut the fuck up" "Yeah man

and clean the motherfucking spot up, smell like..." "Break the fuckin 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" "Fuck this shit" [Busta

Rhymes] Yeah, see how we blowin pa The lookout niggas 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, shit is good and we eatin First nigga 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 shit

is all clear And we was growin as workin niggas wit aspiring ideas We love to

floss and the feeling of pushing chrome shit But in the grand scheme these

niggas'll love to have they own shit Now these niggas was really ready to swell

up We decided to separate from them niggas and make our shit 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 motherfucker, money was sick Gas on the cheddar and

these bitches ridin the dick Fuckin everything from the local McDonald's bitches

with the biggest ass To attorney bitches that'll beat a charge fast We used to

takin niggas' custies and leave they set up on tilt And watch 'em angrily scheme

on the shit that we built Aint it funny how shit transpire in fact Not too long

after our ride we took the winner's stash, house was at Some niggas 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 nigga How we moved his organs with

kickback, shifted a nigga Wild shots fire, everybody scatter like rats Leavin

nothing but gunpowder and a trail of smoke in these gats Now we got this faggot

nigga blood on our hands But fuck it, determined to fulfill the best of these

plans Shit 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 nigga 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 fuck,

y'all niggas wanna rip? Well we deaded three out of the four niggas who tried to

jook One nigga slid and think he got off the hook Now let me find out one out of

them three niggas we bodied Was one of them Guyanese niggas who buy drinks up

for the party He was the nigga to flood the table with champagnes Stupid

motherfucker tried to front, we had to leak his brain Suddenly my nigga fell to

the floor And said his legs feel like them shits aint got no feelins no more

More the actin up the more the shit I felt in my gut The shit was all over as

soon as the director said CUT! That's a wrap, good actin motherfuckers, good

actin That's the shit I am talkin about Y'all ready to watch the playback? Fuck

around, that shit'll be a box office smash motherfuckers

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