There's Not a Problem My Squad Can't Fix

(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?