There’s Not a Problem My Squad Can’t Fix lyrics

by

Common


[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 n*ggas?)
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 sh*t that's hot, sho' to rock the spot
Clock or knot, n*gga, the whole pot
Ready or not, we comin', snatchin' every comer
Witcha ho in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a motherf*cker
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 n*ggas 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 sh*t to digest
In this rhyme sh*t, we be some of the world's finest (Uh)
Your Highness, leavin' corny n*ggas 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 n*ggas talk trash (What? Ha), you will get a bust ass (What? Give it to me, yo, right)
'Cause you know we don't f*ck around (Ha, ha, give it to me, yo)
When you n*ggas talk sh*t (Ooh), lay you six feet under the ground (Give it to me, yo)
Ground, ground, ground, ground (Lay you down, n*gga, lay you down n*gga, c'mon)
When you n*ggas talk sh*t (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 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, mayne
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 (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, di*k 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 n*ggas (Yeah) hoppin' and skippin', I stick the clip in, yo
Accelerate on the gas, move fast
Blast, find a n*gga foot in your ass
Colorful n*gga, just peep the whole contrast
Flipmode is the squad, the 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 Moët in the pool
n*gga caught a motherf*ckin' 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 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, 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 n*ggas talk trash (What? What?), you will get a bust ass (What?)
'Cause you know we don't f*ck around (Ha, f*ck around, n*gga?)
When you n*ggas talk sh*t (Ha), lay you six feet under the ground
Ground, ground, ground, ground (Lay you down, son, lay you down n*gga)
When you n*ggas talk sh*t (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 sh*t like this, c'mon (Ha, uh-huh, yeah)
Just bounce to the motherf*ckin' beat, c'mon (Woo, ha)
You n*ggas don't know my brand new song, c'mon
Ayo (Ha), hear me out y'all (Uh)
Yo, and just feel my sh*t (Yo, ha), c'mon, bounce, what the f*ck?

[Skit: Busta Rhymes & Flipmode Squad]
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