Busta Rhymes A Trip Out Of Town song lyrics
A Trip Out Of Town Busta Rhymes lyrics sheet
A Trip Out Of Town - Busta Rhymes lyrics
♪ A Trip Out Of Town ♪ official lyrics
(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'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 pass 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 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
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 f**kin 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
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
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
How they f**k with arrogant bitches who act pussy
And love to hustle wit niggas and stash coke up in they
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

"Ayo why don't you tell that crackhead to close the f**kin
and shut the f**k up"
"Yeah man and clean the motherf**king spot up, smell
"Break the f**kin 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**k 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
The whole town, see we now own it
Carryin on and blemishing all in the hearts of the best
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
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**ker, money was sick
Gas on the cheddar and these bitches ridin the dick
F**kin 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
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
Now we got this faggot nigga blood on our hands
But f**k 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 f**k, y'all niggas wanna rip?
Well we deaded three out of the four niggas who tried to
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
He was the nigga to flood the table with champagnes
Stupid motherf**ker 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 motherf**kers, good actin
That's the shit I'm talkin about
Y'all ready to watch the playback?
F**k around, that shit'll be a box office smash
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