There`s Not A Problem My Squad Can`t Fix lyrics

Artist  : Busta Rhymes Featuring Jamal 
Song : There`s Not A Problem My Squad Can`t Fix
 


[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 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
motherfucker

[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 niggaz 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
niggaz spineless
Attack it with the classic
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 niggaz talk trash, you can get a bust
ass
Cause you know we don't fuck
around
When you niggaz talk shit, lay ya six
feet under the ground,
ground ground, ground
ground
When you niggaz talk shit, 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 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 niggaz hoppin and skippin I
stick the clip in, yo
Accelerate on the gas,
move fast
Blast, find a nigga FOOT in your
ass
Colorful niggaz, just peep the whole
contrast
Flipmode is the Squad, a news
flash
Bust your shit up, what the fuck, nigga
get up
Violate, niggaz get they whole SHIT lit
up!
Break fool, niggaz know the rules, rob
jewels
Champagne bath, throw the Mo-et in the
pool
Nigga caught a motherfuckin 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 niggaz that dead up all you
funny little small fries
The franchise,
Flipmode damagin all of you Fall Guys
Yo I'm
tired of niggaz 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 shit
like this c'mon
Just bounce to the
motherfuckin beat c'mon
You niggaz don't know
my brand new song c'mon
Aiyyo, hear me out
y'all, UHH
Yo, and just feel my shit
C'mon
bounce what the fuck?