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"There's Not a Problem My Squad Can't Fix" is a track by Busta Rhymes, from the album When Disaster Strikes…, released 16th September 1997. It's filed under Hip-Hop/Rap. Full lyrics are available below.
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[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]
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