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busta rhymes – there’s not a problem my squad can’t fix lyrics

[intro: 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

[verse 1: 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 k!ll 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 sh-t that’s hot, show to rock the spot
clock or knot, n-gga the whole pot
ready or not, we comin, sn-tchin every comer
witcha ho in the benz-o, dumbin like a motherf-cker

[verse 2: busta rhymes]
you can be my lady, you could even be my lollipop sucker
the road dawg baby comin like the mad trucker
lot of jealous n-ggas lookin funnier than chris tucker
god bless, oh yes, i stay fresh
full of finesse, my congress show progress
stylish, hit you with the sh-t to digest
in this rhyme sh-t we be some of the world’s finest
your highness, leavin corny n-ggas spineless
attack it with the cl-ssic 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-ggas talk trash, you can get a bust -ss
’cause you know we don’t f-ck around
when you n-ggas talk sh-t, lay ya six feet under the ground
ground ground, ground ground
when you n-ggas talk sh-t, lay ya six feet under the ground
ground ground, ground ground

[verse 3: 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’mma get mine
(who dat?) the villain til i’m peelin a million
ridin dirty, and bustin like thirty-thirty, til a n-gga end
knowin that the sh-t is f-cked 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 main
my n-gga, my life’s uncut like kane, real raw
y’all don’t know sh-t about jamal or what i’m in it for:
cash, cars, fly wh0r-s and tours
fillin my pipe, with no messes and no limits
them other one scrimpin, has the tent froze frigid
fraud as a gimmick, d-ck l!ckin chasin chickens
i mash for the cash with the cl!ck and
rip a show then i’m dippin in the whip and high trippin

[verse 4: busta rhymes]
while y’all n-ggas hoppin and skippin i stick the clip in, yo
accelerate on the gas, move fast
blast, find a n-gga foot in your -ss
colorful n-ggas, just peep the whole contrast
flipmode is the squad, a news flash
bust your sh-t up, what the f-ck, n-gga get up
violate, n-ggas get they whole sh-t lit up!
break fool, n-ggas know the rules, rob jewels
champagne bath, throw the moet in the pool
n-gga caught a motherf-ckin strain on the brain
ridin on the train, i’mma whip a benz in the rain
oversized cl!ck on the rise so realize we be
dem n-ggas that dead up all you funny little small fries
the franchise, flipmode damagin all of you fall guys
yo i’m tired of n-ggas 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, aiyyo

[outro: busta rhymes]
ground, a-ground, a-gr-gr-ground-ground
just party to the sh-t like this c’mon
just bounce to the motherf-ckin beat c’mon
you n-ggas don’t know my brand new song c’mon
aiyyo, hear me out y’all, uhh
yo, and just feel my sh-t
c’mon bounce what the f-ck?

- busta rhymes lyrics

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