[skit]      [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 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'm talkin about   Y'all ready to watch the playback?   Fuck around, that shit'll be a box office smash motherfuckers   [applause]   [THE END]