There's Not a Problem My Squad Can't Fix (feat. The Flipmode Squad)

(Jamal:)

Come on, yeah. villain

Come on, aight?

I got this side right here

Take this side right there

Come on do this

Busta Bus

Come on. Alright?

Come on (here we go) stayin' street.

(Jamal:)

Paws, to the wall, with the dirty dog, raw rap-ture

If you ain't with it bite crotch til it break your jaw

(Your jaw) For tryin' to knock us

Tryin' to kill or stop us, jack our propers

Busta Bus, they fakin' the cake is for the takin'

While they runnin' they face, I'm lettin' the plan bake

Formulate, now look at the plot, we got

More and more shit that's hot, show to rock the spot

Clock or knot, nigga the whole pot

Ready or not, we comin' snatchin' every comer

Witcha hoe in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a muthafucker.

(Busta Rhymes:)

You can be my lady, you coul even be my lollipop sucker

The road dawg baby comin' like the mad trucker

Lot of jealous niggas lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker

God bless, oh yes, I stay fresh

Full of finesse, my congress show progress

Stylish, hit you with the shit to digest

In this rhyme shit we be some of the world's finest

Your Highness, leavin' corny niggas spineless

Attack it with the classic rhyme flow timeless.

(Chorus: Busta Rhymes)

Not a problem my squad can't fix

Cause we can do, it in the mix

So when you niggas talk trash, you can get a bust ass

Cause you know we don't fuck around

When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,

Ground ground, ground ground

When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,

Ground ground, ground ground.

(Jamal:)

This is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side

It's party time, and don't forget get yours, cause I'm a get mine

(Who that?) The villain til I'm peelin' a million

Ridin' dirty, and bustin' like 30-30 til a nigga end

Knowin' that the shit is fucked I'm still here to win, cheddar

If you ain't about it then I think you better

Hang the little plot you got, don't sweat it main

My nigga, my life's uncut like Kane, real _Raw_

Y'all don't know shit about Jamal or what I'm in it for:

Cash, cars, fly whores and tours

Fillin' my pipe, with no messes and no limits

Them other one scrimpin' has the tent froze frigid

Fall as a gimmick, dick lickin' chasin' chickens

I mash for the cash with the click and

Rip a show then I'm dippin' in the whip and high trippin'.

(Busta Rhymes:)

While y'all niggas hoppin' and skippin' I stick the clip in, yo

Accelerate on the gas, move fast

Blast, find a nigga [foot] in your ass

Colorful niggas, just peep the whole contrast

Flipmode is the Squad, a news flash

Bust your shit up, what the fuck, nigga get up

Violate, niggas get they whole [shit] lit up!

Break fool, niggas know the rules, rob jewels

Champagne bath, throw the Mo-et in the pool

Nigga caught a muthafuckin' strain on the brain

Ridin' on the train, I'm a whip a Benz in the rain

Oversized click on the rise so realize we be

Them niggas that dead up all you funny little small fries

The franchise, Flipmode damagin' all of you Fall Guys

Yo I'm tired of niggas they full of True Lies

No time... we got the right surprise

Need a new beginnin' need to get a baptise

You need to get a baptise

Word is bond, aiyyo.

Not a problem my squad can't fix

Cause we can do, it in the mix

So when you niggas talk trash, you can get a bust ass

Cause you know we don't fuck around

When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,

Ground ground, ground ground

When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,

Ground ground, ground ground.

Ground, a-ground, a-gr-gr-ground-ground

Just party to the shit like this come on

Just bounce to the muthafuckin' beat come on

You niggas don't know my brand new song come on

Aiyyo, hear me out y'all, [uhh]

Yo, and just feel my shit.

Come on, bounce what the fuck?