Busta Rhymes - A Trip Out of Town lyrics
[Busta Rhymes - A Trip Out of Town lyrics]
I can't wait to make my trip outta town, son
We gon' do it, son
All them bitches, twistin' that tower, word
Ayo, ayo, here's y'all niggas tickets, man
The bus leavin' right now
Ayo, listen to me, man, when
Y'all get on the bus
Y'all niggas don't even sit together
Act like y'all don't know each other
Like you're undercover on the motherfuckin'
Bus or somethin', know what I mean?
When y'all get there, hit the terminal
Y'all gon'
Meet my man Ty gon' pick y'all up
Know what I'm sayin'?
Take y'all out to this hustlin' spot we got
Out there, Newton Park out on Norfolk
You know what I mean? Most def', most def'
Where the money is proper
The hustle is proper, you know what I mean?
Uh huh, straight gangsta
Want you to go out there
Y'all handle your business, man
You know what I'm sayin'? Alright
Straight like that, aight? One love, man
Mon, baby okay
Get up with you, man call me, call me
Yo, it all began like, bust it
My nigga City bout to bounce on a trip
We met some niggas with a lot 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 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 changed from medallions
To iced out pelicans
And how they stay wit four pounders
And speak American to try to blend in
Like they ain't 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 suit's 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
"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"
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
Ain't 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 shit's
Ain't 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'm talkin' about
Y'all ready to watch the playback?
Fuck around, that shit'll be a box
Office smash motherfuckers
THE END
We gon' do it, son
All them bitches, twistin' that tower, word
Ayo, ayo, here's y'all niggas tickets, man
The bus leavin' right now
Ayo, listen to me, man, when
Y'all get on the bus
Y'all niggas don't even sit together
Act like y'all don't know each other
Like you're undercover on the motherfuckin'
Bus or somethin', know what I mean?
When y'all get there, hit the terminal
Y'all gon'
Meet my man Ty gon' pick y'all up
Know what I'm sayin'?
Take y'all out to this hustlin' spot we got
Out there, Newton Park out on Norfolk
You know what I mean? Most def', most def'
Where the money is proper
The hustle is proper, you know what I mean?
Uh huh, straight gangsta
Want you to go out there
Y'all handle your business, man
You know what I'm sayin'? Alright
Straight like that, aight? One love, man
Mon, baby okay
Get up with you, man call me, call me
Yo, it all began like, bust it
My nigga City bout to bounce on a trip
We met some niggas with a lot 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 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 changed from medallions
To iced out pelicans
And how they stay wit four pounders
And speak American to try to blend in
Like they ain't 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 suit's 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
"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"
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
Ain't 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 shit's
Ain't 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'm talkin' about
Y'all ready to watch the playback?
Fuck around, that shit'll be a box
Office smash motherfuckers
THE END