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

C'mon, yeah, villain

C'mon (Uh), aight? (Uh-huh)

I got this side right here (Uh, uh)

Check this out right there (Yeah, where ya at, y'all ****?)

Can't do this

Bus-a-Bus (Me, Mally G)

C'mon, aight? (Bus-a-Bus, here we go)

C'mon (Here we go), stayin' street (Here we go)

Pause, little 'Mal with the dirty dog, raw rap job

If you ain't wit' it, bite crotch 'til it break your jaw (Jaw)

For tryin' to knock us

Tryin' to kill or stop us, jack our propers

Bus-a-Bus, they fakin', the cake is for the takin'

While they runnin' they face (Uh-huh), I'm lettin' the plan bake

Formulate, now look at the plot, we got

More and more shit that's hot, sho' to rock the spot

Clock or knot, ****, the whole pot

Ready or not, we comin', snatchin' every comer

Witcha ho in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a motherfucker

You can be my lady (Haha), you could even be my lollipop sucker (Yeah)

The raw dawg, baby, comin' like the mad trucker

Lot of jealous **** lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker (Woo)

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 (Uh)

Your Highness, leavin' corny **** spineless

Attack it with the classic rhyme, flow timeless (Haha)

There's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, c'mon, ha)

'Cause we can do it in the mix (Ha, uh-huh)

So when you **** talk trash (What? Ha), you will get a bust ass (What? Give it to me, yo, right)

'Cause you know we don't fuck around (Ha, ha, give it to me, yo)

When you **** talk shit (Ooh), lay you six feet under the ground (Give it to me, yo)

Ground, ground, ground, ground (Lay you down, ****, lay you down ****, c'mon)

When you **** talk shit (Ha), lay you six feet under the ground (Ha, ha)

Ground, ground, ground, ground (Ha, ha, ha, ha)

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 that?) The villain 'til I'm peelin' a million

Ridin' dirty and bustin' like thirty-thirty (Uh-huh), 'til a **** end

Knowin' that the shit is fucked I'm still here to win (What?)

Cheddar (Uh), if you ain't about it then I think you better

Hang the little plot you got, don't sweat it, mayne

My ****, my life's uncut like Kane, real raw

Y'all don't know shit about Jamal or what I'm in it for (For)

Cash, cars, fly whores and tours (Uh-huh)

Fillin' my pipe, with no mess and no limits

Them other ones scrimpin', has the tent froze frigid (Ah)

Fraud as a gimmick, dick lickin', chasin' chickens

I mash for the cash with the click and (Uh-huh)

Rip a show then I'm dippin' in the whip and high trippin' (Trippin')

While y'all **** (Yeah) hoppin' and skippin', I stick the clip in, yo

Accelerate on the gas, move fast

Blast, find a **** foot in your ass

Colorful ****, just peep the whole contrast

Flipmode is the squad, the news flash

Bust your shit up, what the fuck, ****? Get up

Violate ****, get they whole shit lit up

Break fool, **** know the rules, rob jewels

Champagne bath, throw the Moët in the pool

**** 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 realise

We be them **** that dead up all you funny little small fries

The franchise

Flipmode damagin' all of you fall guys

Yo, I'm tired of ****, they full of true lies

No time, we got the right surprise

Need a new beginnin', need to get a baptise, ha, ha

You need to get a baptise, word is bond, ayo

There's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, hoo)

'Cause we can do it in the mix (Heh, what?)

So when you **** talk trash (What? What?), you will get a bust ass (What?)

'Cause you know we don't fuck around (Ha, fuck around, ****?)

When you **** talk shit (Ha), lay you six feet under the ground

Ground, ground, ground, ground (Lay you down, son, lay you down ****)

When you **** talk shit (Ha), lay you six feet under the ground (Hoo)

Ground, ground, ground, ground (Ha, ha, hoo, ha, ha)

Ground (Ha), a-ground, a-gr-gr-ground-ground (What?)

Just party (C'mon) to the shit like this, c'mon (Ha, uh-huh, yeah)

Just bounce to the motherfuckin' beat, c'mon (Woo, ha)

You **** don't know my brand new song, c'mon

Ayo (Ha), hear me out y'all (Uh)

Yo, and just feel my shit (Yo, ha), c'mon, bounce, what the fuck?