Busta Rhymes; Jamal 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 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 s___ that's hot, show to rock the spot
Clock or knot, n____ the whole pot
Ready or not, we comin, s_____in every comer
witcha hoe in the Benz-O, dumbin like a m_________er

[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 n____z lookin funnier than Chris Tucker
God bless, oh yes, I stay fresh
Full of finesse, my congress show progress
Stylish, hit you with the s___ to digest
In this rhyme s___ we be some of the world's finest
Your Highness, leavin corny n____z 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 n____z talk trash, you can get a bust a__
Cause you know we don't f___ around
When you n____z talk s___, lay ya six feet under the ground,
ground ground, ground ground
When you n____z talk s___, 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____ end
Knowin that the s___ 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____, my life's uncut like Kane, real _Raw_
Y'all don't know s___ about Jamal or what I'm in it for:
cash, cars, fly w____s and tours
Fillin my pipe, with no messes and no limits
Them other one scrimpin, has the tent froze frigid
Fall as a gimmick, d___ 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____z hoppin and skippin I stick the clip in, yo
Accelerate on the gas, move fast
Blast, find a n____ FOOT in your a__
Colorful n____z, just peep the whole contrast
Flipmode is the Squad, a news flash
Bust your s___ up, what the f___, n____ get up
Violate, n____z get they whole s___ lit up!
Break fool, n____z know the rules, rob jewels
Champagne bath, throw the Mo-et in the pool
n____ caught a m_________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____z that dead up all you funny little small fries
The franchise, Flipmode damagin all of you Fall Guys
Yo I'm tired of n____z 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 s___ like this c'mon
Just bounce to the m_________in beat c'mon
You n____z don't know my brand new song c'mon
Aiyyo, hear me out y'all, UHH
Yo, and just feel my s___
C'mon bounce what the f___?