Текст песни: Busta Rhymes. Theres Not a Problem My Squad Cant 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