Busta Rhymes F/Jamal
Miscellaneous
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 sh*t that's hot show to rock the spot
Clock or knot ni**a the whole pot
Ready or not we comin snatchin every comer
Witcha h*e in the Benz-O dumbin like a motherf**ker
You can be my lady you coul even be my lollipop sucker
The road dawg baby comin like the mad trucker
Lot of jealous n***az lookin funnier than Chris Tucker
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
Your Highness leavin corny n***az 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 n***az talk trash you can get a bust a**
Cause you know we don't f**k around
When you n***az talk sh*t lay ya six feet under the ground
Ground ground ground ground
When you n***az talk sh*t 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'ma get mine
Who dat
The villain 'til I'm peelin a million
Ridin dirty and bustin like thirty-thirty 'til a ni**a end
Knowin that the sh*t is f**ked 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 ni**a my life's uncut like Kane real _Raw_
Y'all don't know sh*t about Jamal or what I'm in it for
Cash cars fly w***es and tours
Fillin my pipe with no messes and no limits
Them other one scrimpin has the tent froze frigid
Fall as a gimmick d**k 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 n***az hoppin and skippin I stick the clip in yo
Accelerate on the gas move fast
Blast find a ni**a FOOT in your a**
Colorful n***az just peep the whole contrast
Flipmode is the Squad a news flash
Bust your sh*t up what the f**k ni**a get up
Violate n***az get they whole SH*T lit up
Break fool n***az know the rules rob jewels
Champagne bath throw the Mo-et in the pool
Ni**a caught a motherf**kin 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 n***az that dead up all you funny little small fries
The franchise Flipmode damagin all of you Fall Guys
Yo I'm tired of n***az 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
Ground a-ground a-gr-gr-ground-ground
Just party to the sh*t like this c'mon
Just bounce to the motherf**kin beat c'mon
You n***az don't know my brand new song c'mon
Aiyyo hear me out y'all UHH
Yo and just feel my sh*t
C'mon bounce what the f**k
