There's Not A Problem My Squad Can't Fix

(Jamal) A'ight, I got this side right here, Take the side right there, Gonna do this, Bus a Bus, Come on, a'ight, come on, Seriously..
Pause, Little 'Mal, With the dirty dog, will rap ya'll, If you ain't got a bike crotch, Till I break your jaw, Been tryin to knock us, Tryin to kill or stop us, Jack or prop us, Bussa Bus, they fakin, The cake is for the takin, Why they run in their face? I'm lettin the plan bake, Formulate, now look at the plot, We got more and more shit that's hot, Show the rock, spot, clock or knock, Nigga da hole pot, ready or not? We coming, snatchin every number, With your hoe in da Benz-o, dumber like a motherfucker,
(Busta) You can be my lady, you can even be my lollipop sucka, The raw dog, baby coming like a mad trucka, Lot of jealous niggas lookin funnier than Chris Tucker, God bless, oh yes, I stay fresh, full of finesse, My congress, show progress, Stylist, hit you with tha shit to digest, And this rhyme shit we be some of the world's finest, Your highness, leaving corny niggas spineless, Attack it with the classic rhyme flow timeless,
There's not a problem my squad can't fix, Cause we can do it in the mix, When you niggas talk trash, Your forget to bust ass, Cause you know we don't fuck around, When you niggas talk shit, Lay ya six feet under ground, Ground, gra, gra, gra, gra, When your niggas talk shit, Lay ya six feet under ground, Ground, gra, gra, gra, gra,
(Jamal) This is how we ride, Throw your hands from side to side, It's party time, And don't forget to get yours, Cause I'm a get mine (who dat?) The villain 'till I'm peelin a million, Ridin dirty and bustin like 30/30, Till when I get in, Knowin that the shit is fucked, I'm still here to win chedda, If you ain't a pilot than I think you better, Hang a little, What you got?, A sweater man, My nigga my life so cut like Kain, Real raw, Ya'll don't know shit about Jamal, Or what I'm in it for, Cash cards, fly whores and tours, Fillin my plate with no mess to no limits, The mother once in it, Has since froze frigid, Ballers and gimicks, Dick lickin, Chasin chickens, I match for the cash with the clickin grippin show, Then I'm dippin' into whippin' high trippin',
(Busta) While you niggas hopping and skipping, I stick to clippin, Yo, accelerate on the gas, Move fast, BLAST! Find a nigga foot in your ass, Colorful niggas let's keep the whole contrast, Flipmode is tha squad a news flash, bustin shit up, What the fuck? Nigga get up, Violate, niggas get their whole shit lit up, Break fool, niggas know the rules, Rap jewels, champagne bath, you know the Moui the pool, Nigga caught a motherfuckin strain on the brain, Ridin on the train, I'm a whip a Benz in tha rain, Oversize click, on the rise, So realise, We be dem niggas that eat up all you funny little small fries, The franchise, Flipmode damagin all you fall guys, Yo I'm tired of niggas they full of true lies, No time, We got the right surprise, Need a new beginning, Need to get a baptise, You need to get a baptise, Word is bond....
There's not a problem my squad can't fix, Cause we can do it in the mix, When you niggas talk trash, Your forget to bust ass, Cause you know we don't fuck around, When you niggas talk shit, Lay ya six feet under ground, Ground, gra, gra, gra, gra, When your niggas talk shit, Lay ya six feet under ground, Ground, gra, gra, gra, gra, gra, gra, gra, gra, gra, gra, gra gra gra,
Just party to the shit like this, c'mon Just bounce to the muthafuckin beat, c'mon Ya niggas don't know my brand new song, c'mon Yo, hear me out ya'll Feel my shit, come on bounce, what the fuck?

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