There's Not A Problem My Squad Can't Fix Lyrics - When Disaster Strikes - Busta Rhymes

(Jamal:) 

Come on, yeah. villain 

Come on, aight? 

I got this side right here 

Take this side right there 

Come on do this 

Busta Bus 

Come on. Alright? 

Come on (here we go) stayin' street. 

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(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 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 muthafucker. 

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(Busta Rhymes:) 

You can be my lady, you coul even be my lollipop sucker 

The road dawg baby comin' like the mad trucker 

Lot of jealous niggas 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 niggas spineless 

Attack it with the classic rhyme flow timeless. 

(Chorus: Busta Rhymes) 

Not a problem my squad can't fix 

Cause we can do, it in the mix 

So when you niggas talk trash, you can get a bust ass 

Cause you know we don't fuck around 

When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground, 

ground ground, ground ground 

When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground, 

ground ground, ground ground. 

(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'm a get mine 

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

Ridin' dirty, and bustin' like 30-30 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 

Fall 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'. 

(Busta Rhymes:) 

While y'all niggas hoppin' and skippin' I stick the clip in, yo 

Accelerate on the gas, move fast 

Blast, find a nigga [foot] in your ass 

Colorful niggas, just peep the whole contrast 

Flipmode is the Squad, a 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 Mo-et in the pool 

Nigga caught a muthafuckin' strain on the brain 

ridin' on the train, I'm a whip a Benz in the rain 

Oversized click on the rise so realize 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 

You need to get a baptise 

Word is bond, aiyyo. 

Not a problem my squad can't fix 

Cause we can do, it in the mix 

So when you niggas talk trash, you can get a bust ass 

Cause you know we don't fuck around 

When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground, 

ground ground, ground ground 

When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground, 

ground ground, ground ground. 

Ground, a-ground, a-gr-gr-ground-ground 

Just party to the shit like this come on 

Just bounce to the muthafuckin' beat come on 

You niggas don't know my brand new song come on 

Aiyyo, hear me out y'all, [uhh] 

Yo, and just feel my shit. 

Come on, bounce what the fuck?