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Busta Rhymes F/ Jamal Miscellaneous There's Not A Problem My Squad Can't Fix [Jamal] 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 [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 motherfucker [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 niggaz 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 niggaz spineless Attack it with the classic rhyme flow timeless (ha ha) Chorus: Busta Rhymes Not a problem my squad can't fix Cause we can do, it in the mix So when you niggaz talk trash, you can get a bust ass Cause you know we don't fuck around When you niggaz talk shit, lay ya six feet under the ground, ground ground, ground ground When you niggaz talk shit, lay ya six 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'ma 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, 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 niggaz hoppin and skippin I stick the clip in, yo Accelerate on the gas, move fast Blast, find a nigga FOOT in your ass Colorful niggaz, just peep the whole contrast Flipmode is the Squad, a news flash Bust your shit up, what the fuck, nigga get up Violate, niggaz get they whole SHIT lit up! Break fool, niggaz know the rules, rob jewels Champagne bath, throw the Mo-et 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 realize we be dem niggaz that dead up all you funny little small fries The franchise, Flipmode damagin all of you Fall Guys Yo I'm tired of niggaz 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 Chorus 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 niggaz 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? |
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