Busta Rhymes - There's Not A Problem My Squad Can't Fix (Feat. Jamal) | Текст песни

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• There's Not A Problem My Squad Can't Fix (Feat. Jamal)

C'mon, yeah, villain c'mon
I got this side right here
Take this side right there
C'mon do this
Busta Bus c'mon
C'mon stayin' street

Paws, to the wall, with the dirty dog, raw rapture
If you ain't with it bite crotch 'til it break 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 motherfucker

You can be my lady, you could even be my lollipop sucker
The road dawg baby comin' like the mad trucker
Lot of jealous niggaz 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 niggaz spineless
Attack it with the classic rhyme flow timeless

Not a problem my squad can't fix
'Cause we can do it, in the mix
So when you niggaz talk trash, you can get a bust ass
'Cause you know we don't fuck around
When you niggaz talk shit, lay ya six feet under the ground
Ground ground, ground ground
When you niggaz talk shit, lay ya six feet under the ground
Ground ground, ground ground

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
The villain 'til I'm peelin' a million
Ridin' dirty and bustin' like thirty-thirty, ''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
Fraud 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'

While y'all niggaz hoppin' and skippin' I stick the clip in, yo
Accelerate on the gas, move fast
Blast, find a nigga foot in your ass
Colorful niggaz, just peep the whole contrast
Flipmode is the Squad, a news flash
Bust your shit up, what the fuck, nigga get up
Violate, nigga get they whole shit lit up
Break fool, niggaz know the rules, rob jewels
Champagne bath, throw the Moet in the pool

Nigga caught a motherfuckin' strain on the brain
Ridin' on the train, I'ma whip a Benz in the rain
Over sized click on the rise so realize we be
Dem niggaz that dead up all you funny little small fries
The franchise, Flipmode damagin' all of you Fall Guys
Yo I'm tired of niggaz they full of True Lies
No time, we got the right surprise
Need a new beginnin', need to get a baptize
Ha ha, you need to get a baptize, word is bond, aiyyo

Not a problem my squad can't fix
'Cause we can do it, in the mix
So when you niggaz talk trash, you can get a bust ass
'Cause you know we don't fuck around
When you niggaz talk shit, lay ya six feet under the ground
Ground ground, ground ground
When you niggaz talk shit, lay ya six feet under the ground
Ground ground, ground ground

Ground, ground, gr-gr-ground ground
Just party to the shit like this c'mon
Just bounce to the motherfuckin beat c'mon
You niggaz don't know my brand new song c'mon
Aiyyo, hear me out y'all
Yo, and just feel my shit

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