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

[Intro: Jamal]

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 niggas?)

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)

[Verse 1: Jamal | Busta Rhymes | both]

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, nigga, 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 niggas 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 niggas spineless

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

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes | Jamal]

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

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

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

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

[Verse 2: Jamal | Busta Rhymes]

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 nigga 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 nigga, 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 niggas (Yeah) hoppin' and skippin', I stick the clip in, yo

Accelerate on the gas, move fast

Blast, find a nigga foot in your ass

Colorful nigga, just peep the whole contrast

Flipmode is the squad, the 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 Moët in the pool

Nigga 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 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, ha, ha

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

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

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 niggas talk trash (What? What?), you will get a bust ass (What?)

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

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

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

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

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

[Outro: Busta Rhymes]

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 niggas 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?

[Skit: Busta Rhymes & Flipmode Squad]