A Trip Out Of Town Lyrics - Anarchy - 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'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 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 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 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 f**k 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 

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(Intermission) 

"Ayo why don't you tell that crackhead to close the f**kin door 

and shut the f**k up" 

"Yeah man and clean the motherf**king spot up, smell like..." 

"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 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 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 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 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 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 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! 

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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 motherf**kers