Busta Rhymes - There's Not A Problem My Squad Can't Fix Lyrics
[jamal]Cmon, yeah.. villainCmon, aight?I got this side right hereTake this side right thereCmon do thisBusta busCmon, aight?Cmon (here we go) stayin street[jamal]Paws, to the wall, with the dirty dog, raw rap-tureIf you aint with it bite crotch til it break your jaw(your jaw) for tryin to knock usTryin to kill or stop us, jack our propersBusta bus, they fakin, the cake is for the takinWhile they runnin they face, Im lettin the plan bakeFormulate, now look at the plot, we gotMore and more shit thats hot, show to rock the spotClock or knot, nigga the whole potReady or not, we comin, snatchin every comerWitcha hoe in the benz-o, dumbin like a mother*****er[busta rhymes]You can be my lady, you coul even be my lollipop suckerThe road dawg baby comin like the mad truckerLot of jealous niggaz lookin funnier than chris tuckerGod bless, oh yes, I stay freshFull of finesse, my congress show progressStylish, hit you with the shit to digestIn this rhyme shit we be some of the worlds finestYour highness, leavin corny niggaz spinelessAttack it with the classic rhyme flow timeless (ha ha)Chorus: busta rhymesNot a problem my squad cant fixCause we can do, it in the mixSo when you niggaz talk trash, you can get a bust assCause you know we dont ***** aroundWhen you niggaz talk shit, lay ya six feet under the ground,Ground ground, ground groundWhen 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 sideIts party time, and dont forget get yours, cause ima get mine(who dat? ) the villain til Im peelin a millionRidin dirty, and bustin like thirty-thirty, til a nigga endKnowin that the shit is *****ed Im still here to win, cheddarIf you aint about it then I think you betterHang the little plot you got, dont sweat it mainMy nigga, my lifes uncut like kane, real _raw_Yall dont know shit about jamal or what Im in it for:Cash, cars, fly whores and toursFillin my pipe, with no messes and no limitsThem other one scrimpin, has the tent froze frigidFall as a gimmick, dick lickin chasin chickensI mash for the cash with the click andRip a show then Im dippin in the whip and high trippin[busta rhymesWhile yall niggaz hoppin and skippin I stick the clip in, yoAccelerate on the gas, move fastBlast, find a nigga foot in your assColorful niggaz, just peep the whole contrastFlipmode is the squad, a news flashBust your shit up, what the *****, nigga get upViolate, niggaz get they whole shit lit up!Break fool, niggaz know the rules, rob jewelsChampagne bath, throw the mo-et in the poolNigga caught a mother*****in strain on the brainRidin on the train, ima whip a benz in the rainOversized click on the rise so realize we beDem niggaz that dead up all you funny little small friesThe franchise, flipmode damagin all of you fall guysYo Im tired of niggaz they full of true liesNo time.. we got the right surpriseNeed a new beginnin, need to get a baptiseYou need to get a baptiseWord is bond, aiyyoChorusGround, a-ground, a-gr-gr-ground-groundJust party to the shit like this cmonJust bounce to the mother*****in beat cmonYou niggaz dont know my brand new song cmonAiyyo, hear me out yall, uhhYo, and just feel my shitCmon bounce what the *****?
