There’s Not a Problem My Squad Can’t Fix Busta Rhymes (Ft. Jamal)

[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 niggas?)
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 shit that's hot, sho' 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 (Haha), you could even be my lollipop sucker (Yeah)
The raw dawg, baby, comin' like the mad trucker
Lot of jealous niggas 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 shit to digest
In this rhyme shit, we be some of the world's finest (Uh)
Your Highness, leavin' corny niggas spineless
Attack it with the classic rhyme, flow timeless (Haha)