Busta Rhymes: A trip out of town

[skit][Busta Rhymes]yo, it all began like, bust itMy nigga City bout to bounce on a tripWe met some niggas with alot of things they want em to flipI told my nigga get the dough and keep the blau on your hipTravel safe, you know that I'ma hold it down on the stripGood lookin, word to mother son I give you my witBut when I get back, I'ma bounce straight to your cribOn the strength, son slid until you to the GreyhoundWit a burner in the knapsack, headed straight outta townNow, three days pass I'm still on the stripDoin hand to hand with twelve collapsible, stashable clipsWith little magnets on the side of the clips we planted like a projectWhen police come we stick the clips in any metal objectThrowin a nigga on the walls and try to search me downI laugh knowin that my stash'll never be foundWell anyway, on the third day, son came straight to the stripWit a new floss and shiny shoes on the whipMy nigga hit me with the latest, greatestHe told me get inside the whip so I can know just what the up to date isHe said he fuckin wit some Guyanese niggas how ill them niggas isWhat kind of dough they get, and how they handle they bizHow they connect with Jamaician niggas who speak AmericanAnd how they chains swung a medallion iced out pelicansAnd how they stay wit four poundersAnd speak American to try to blend inLike they aint obvious out of townersOkay, I've never heard of workers gettin five G's payFor trips that last for only 2-3 dayHow these Guyanese niggas be eatin pasta but they love zucchiniRockin valor tennis suits by Sergio TecchiniThem type of cats that call you because you can't call 'emRockin baseball fitters with wild animal skins on 'emHow they rock silks and tailor made pantsAnd get a matching bally shoe for the silk to step in the danceWashrags hangin from every one of our back pockets>From every fine wine to champagne them niggas'll straight cop itAnd set up shops in them neighborhoods that was residentialRock laced whips while the workers'll floss the latest rentalsHow they fuck with arrogant bitches who act pussyAnd love to hustle wit niggas and stash coke up in they pussyAfter all of that I wanted onesThe way my nigga was talkin so next trip I went to bounce with sonSo now we out of town with Guyanese catsUp in they gates bubbling packages and layin wit gatsShit was slow until the main fiend was offedJust like a thief in the nightAnd spread the word that we was back with the white[Intermission]"Ayo why don't you tell that crackhead to close the fuckin doorand 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 platesand 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 paThe lookout niggas holdin fort like they was watchtowersBuggin on how we went through, a half a brick every couple of hoursSo on and so on, shit is good and we eatinFirst nigga to short a package will catch the most brutal beatinThe whole town, see we now own itCarryin on and blemishing all in the hearts of the best momentsWe stackin cheddar now and shit is all clearAnd we was growin as workin niggas wit aspiring ideasWe love to floss and the feeling of pushing chrome shitBut in the grand scheme these niggas'll love to have they own shitNow these niggas was really ready to swell upWe decided to separate from them niggas and make our shit developOff in to the wilderness of the wicked HusidWe set up shops and watched the games beginSo now we ballin like a motherfucker, money was sickGas on the cheddar and these bitches ridin the dickFuckin everything from the local McDonald's bitches with the biggest assTo attorney bitches that'll beat a charge fastWe used to takin niggas' custies and leave they set up on tiltAnd watch 'em angrily scheme on the shit that we builtAint it funny how shit transpire in factNot too long after our ride we took the winner's stash, house was atSome niggas tried to run a jook with things in they palmNot a problem so immediately reach for the johnRight away the gun BUST! straight lifted a niggaHow we moved his organs with kickback, shifted a niggaWild shots fire, everybody scatter like ratsLeavin nothing but gunpowder and a trail of smoke in these gatsNow we got this faggot nigga blood on our handsBut fuck it, determined to fulfill the best of these plansShit was hot but we was nowhere near ready to fallMy son said he shot, but he wasn't bleeding at allWord, I started buggin when my nigga said he feel coldThen I looked up on the right side of his shirt and found a little holeSo as we continue to radically blaze the fifthFlame the iron, not giving a fuck, y'all niggas wanna rip?Well we deaded three out of the four niggas who tried to jookOne nigga slid and think he got off the hookNow let me find out one out of them three niggas we bodiedWas one of them Guyanese niggas who buy drinks up for the partyHe was the nigga to flood the table with champagnesStupid motherfucker tried to front, we had to leak his brainSuddenly my nigga fell to the floorAnd said his legs feel like them shits aint got no feelins no moreMore the actin up the more the shit I felt in my gutThe shit was all over as soon as the director said CUT!That's a wrap, good actin motherfuckers, good actinThat's the shit I'm talkin aboutY'all ready to watch the playback?Fuck around, that shit'll be a box office smash motherfuckers[applause]