Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song There's Not A Problem My Squad Can't Fix, artist - Busta Rhymes. Date of issue: 13.07.2009
Song language: English
There's Not A Problem My Squad Can't Fix |
| C’mon, yeah. |
| villain |
| C’mon, aight? |
| I got this side right here |
| Take this side right there |
| C’mon do this |
| Busta Bus |
| C’mon, aight? |
| C’mon (here we go) stayin street |
| 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 ho 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 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 (ha ha) |
| 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 ya six feet under the ground |
| Ground ground, ground ground |
| When you niggas 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’mma get mine |
| (Who dat?) 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 (what?) |
| Cheddar (uh) 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 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 Moet in the pool |
| Nigga caught a motherfuckin strain on the brain |
| Ridin on the train, I’mma whip a Benz in the rain |
| Oversized click on the rise so realize we be |
| Dem 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, 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 ya six feet under the ground |
| Ground ground, ground ground |
| When you niggas talk shit, lay ya six feet under the ground |
| Ground ground, ground ground |
| Ground, a-ground, a-gr-gr-ground-ground |
| Just party to the shit like this c’mon |
| Just bounce to the motherfuckin beat c’mon |
| You niggas don’t know my brand new song c’mon |
| Aiyyo, hear me out y’all, UHH |
| Yo, and just feel my shit |
| C’mon bounce what the fuck? |