Busta Rhymes - There's Not A Problem My Squad Can't Fix lyrics

(feat. Jamal) [Jamal] C'mon, yeah.. villain C'mon, aight? I got this side right here Take this side right there C'mon do this Busta Bus C'mon, aight? C'mon (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 k** 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 sh** that's hot, show to rock the spot Clock or knot, n***a the whole pot Ready or not, we comin, snatchin every comer witcha hoe in the Benz-O, dumbin like a motherf**er [Busta Rhymes] You can be my lady, you coul even be my lollipop s**er The road dawg baby comin like the mad trucker Lot of jealous n***az lookin funnier than Chris Tucker God bless, oh yes, I stay fresh Full of finesse, my congress show progress Stylish, hit you with the sh** to digest In this rhyme sh** we be some of the world's finest Your Highness, leavin corny n***az spineless Attack it with the cla**ic rhyme flow timeless (ha ha) [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Not a problem my squad can't fix Cause we can do, it in the mix So when you n***az talk trash, you can get a bust a** Cause you know we don't f** around When you n***az talk sh**, lay ya six feet under the ground, ground ground, ground ground When you n***az talk sh**, lay ya six 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'ma get mine (Who dat?) The villain til I'm peelin a million Ridin dirty, and bustin like thirty-thirty, til a n***a end Knowin that the sh** is f**ed 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 n***a, my life's uncut like Kane, real _Raw_ Y'all don't know sh** about Jamal or what I'm in it for: cash, cars, fly who*es 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 n***az hoppin and skippin I stick the clip in, yo Accelerate on the gas, move fast Blast, find a n***a FOOT in your a** Colorful n***az, just peep the whole contrast Flipmode is the Squad, a news flash Bust your sh** up, what the f**, n***a get up Violate, n***az get they whole sh*t lit up! Break fool, n***az know the rules, rob j**els Champagne bath, throw the Mo-et in the pool n***a caught a motherf**in strain on the brain ridin on the train, I'ma whip a Benz in the rain Oversized click on the rise so realize we be dem n***az that dead up all you funny little small fries The franchise, Flipmode damagin all of you Fall Guys Yo I'm tired of n***az 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 [Chorus] Ground, a-ground, a-gr-gr-ground-ground Just party to the sh** like this c'mon Just bounce to the motherf**in beat c'mon You n***az don't know my brand new song c'mon Aiyyo, hear me out y'all, UHH Yo, and just feel my sh** C'mon bounce what the f**?