[{"id":17328131,"name":"There's Not a Problem My Squad Can't Fix (Jamal & Busta Rhymes)","trackName":"There's Not a Problem My Squad Can't Fix (Jamal & Busta Rhymes)","artistName":"Busta Rhymes","albumName":"When Disaster Strikes","duration":200.016,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Jamal:)\nCome on, yeah. villain\nCome on, aight?\nI got this side right here\nTake this side right there\nCome on do this\nBusta Bus\nCome on. Alright?\nCome on (here we go) stayin' street.\n\n(Jamal:)\nPaws, to the wall, with the dirty dog, raw rap-ture\nIf you ain't with it bite crotch til it break your jaw\n(Your jaw) For tryin' to knock us\nTryin' to kill or stop us, jack our propers\nBusta Bus, they fakin' the cake is for the takin'\nWhile they runnin' they face, I'm lettin' the plan bake\nFormulate, now look at the plot, we got\nmore and more shit that's hot, show to rock the spot\nClock or knot, nigga the whole pot\nReady or not, we comin' snatchin' every comer\nwitcha hoe in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a muthafucker.\n\n(Busta Rhymes:)\nYou can be my lady, you coul even be my lollipop sucker\nThe road dawg baby comin' like the mad trucker\nLot of jealous niggas lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker\nGod bless, oh yes, I stay fresh\nFull of finesse, my congress show progress\nStylish, hit you with the shit to digest\nIn this rhyme shit we be some of the world's finest\nYour Highness, leavin' corny niggas spineless\nAttack it with the classic rhyme flow timeless.\n\n(Chorus: Busta Rhymes)\nNot a problem my squad can't fix\nCause we can do, it in the mix\nSo when you niggas talk trash, you can get a bust ass\nCause you know we don't fuck around\nWhen you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\nground ground, ground ground\nWhen you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\nground ground, ground ground.\n\n(Jamal:)\nThis is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side\nIt's party time, and don't forget get yours, cause I'm a get mine\n(Who that?) The villain til I'm peelin' a million\nRidin' dirty, and bustin' like 30-30 til a nigga end\nKnowin' that the shit is fucked I'm still here to win, cheddar\nIf you ain't about it then I think you better\nhang the little plot you got, don't sweat it main\nMy nigga, my life's uncut like Kane, real _Raw_\nY'all don't know shit about Jamal or what I'm in it for:\ncash, cars, fly whores and tours\nFillin' my pipe, with no messes and no limits\nThem other one scrimpin' has the tent froze frigid\nFall as a gimmick, dick lickin' chasin' chickens\nI mash for the cash with the click and\nrip a show then I'm dippin' in the whip and high trippin'.\n\n(Busta Rhymes:)\nWhile y'all niggas hoppin' and skippin' I stick the clip in, yo\nAccelerate on the gas, move fast\nBlast, find a nigga [foot] in your ass\nColorful niggas, just peep the whole contrast\nFlipmode is the Squad, a news flash\nBust your shit up, what the fuck, nigga get up\nViolate, niggas get they whole [shit] lit up!\nBreak fool, niggas know the rules, rob jewels\nChampagne bath, throw the Mo-et in the pool\nNigga caught a muthafuckin' strain on the brain\nridin' on the train, I'm a whip a Benz in the rain\nOversized click on the rise so realize we be\nThem niggas that dead up all you funny little small fries\nThe franchise, Flipmode damagin' all of you Fall Guys\nYo I'm tired of niggas they full of True Lies\nNo time... we got the right surprise\nNeed a new beginnin' need to get a baptise\nYou need to get a baptise\nWord is bond, aiyyo.\n\nNot a problem my squad can't fix\nCause we can do, it in the mix\nSo when you niggas talk trash, you can get a bust ass\nCause you know we don't fuck around\nWhen you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\nground ground, ground ground\nWhen you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\nground ground, ground ground.\n\nGround, a-ground, a-gr-gr-ground-ground\nJust party to the shit like this come on\nJust bounce to the muthafuckin' beat come on\nYou niggas don't know my brand new song come on\nAiyyo, hear me out y'all, [uhh]\nYo, and just feel my shit.\nCome on, bounce what the fuck?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.75] (Jamal:)\n[00:01.44] Come on, yeah. villain\n[00:03.31] Come on, aight?\n[00:06.06] I got this side right here\n[00:08.61] Take this side right there\n[00:10.69] Come on do this\n[00:12.27] Busta Bus\n[00:13.89] Come on. Alright?\n[00:16.64] Come on (here we go) stayin' street.\n[00:19.28] (Jamal:)\n[00:21.12] Paws, to the wall, with the dirty dog, raw rap-ture\n[00:24.26] If you ain't with it bite crotch til it break your jaw\n[00:26.67] (Your jaw) For tryin' to knock us\n[00:28.72] Tryin' to kill or stop us, jack our propers\n[00:30.66] Busta Bus, they fakin' the cake is for the takin'\n[00:33.16] While they runnin' they face, I'm lettin' the plan bake\n[00:35.24] Formulate, now look at the plot, we got\n[00:37.58] More and more shit that's hot, show to rock the spot\n[00:39.54] Clock or knot, nigga the whole pot\n[00:41.80] Ready or not, we comin' snatchin' every comer\n[00:44.42] Witcha hoe in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a muthafucker.\n[00:47.34] (Busta Rhymes:)\n[00:48.29] You can be my lady, you coul even be my lollipop sucker\n[00:49.26] The road dawg baby comin' like the mad trucker\n[00:51.74] Lot of jealous niggas lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker\n[00:54.44] God bless, oh yes, I stay fresh\n[00:56.29] Full of finesse, my congress show progress\n[00:58.25] Stylish, hit you with the shit to digest\n[01:01.16] In this rhyme shit we be some of the world's finest\n[01:03.68] Your Highness, leavin' corny niggas spineless\n[01:06.02] Attack it with the classic rhyme flow timeless.\n[01:07.82] (Chorus: Busta Rhymes)\n[01:09.01] Not a problem my squad can't fix\n[01:10.84] Cause we can do, it in the mix\n[01:12.86] So when you niggas talk trash, you can get a bust ass\n[01:15.53] Cause you know we don't fuck around\n[01:17.42] When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\n[01:20.44] Ground ground, ground ground\n[01:22.31] When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\n[01:25.67] Ground ground, ground ground.\n[01:26.42] (Jamal:)\n[01:27.13] This is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side\n[01:29.43] It's party time, and don't forget get yours, cause I'm a get mine\n[01:31.79] (Who that?) The villain til I'm peelin' a million\n[01:33.66] Ridin' dirty, and bustin' like 30-30 til a nigga end\n[01:36.59] Knowin' that the shit is fucked I'm still here to win, cheddar\n[01:38.94] If you ain't about it then I think you better\n[01:40.10] Hang the little plot you got, don't sweat it main\n[01:43.28] My nigga, my life's uncut like Kane, real _Raw_\n[01:45.29] Y'all don't know shit about Jamal or what I'm in it for:\n[01:47.98] Cash, cars, fly whores and tours\n[01:50.21] Fillin' my pipe, with no messes and no limits\n[01:52.64] Them other one scrimpin' has the tent froze frigid\n[01:54.57] Fall as a gimmick, dick lickin' chasin' chickens\n[01:57.56] I mash for the cash with the click and\n[01:59.47] Rip a show then I'm dippin' in the whip and high trippin'.\n[02:01.41] (Busta Rhymes:)\n[02:02.65] While y'all niggas hoppin' and skippin' I stick the clip in, yo\n[02:04.03] Accelerate on the gas, move fast\n[02:06.38] Blast, find a nigga [foot] in your ass\n[02:08.82] Colorful niggas, just peep the whole contrast\n[02:11.25] Flipmode is the Squad, a news flash\n[02:13.58] Bust your shit up, what the fuck, nigga get up\n[02:16.03] Violate, niggas get they whole [shit] lit up!\n[02:18.40] Break fool, niggas know the rules, rob jewels\n[02:20.46] Champagne bath, throw the Mo-et in the pool\n[02:23.06] Nigga caught a muthafuckin' strain on the brain\n[02:25.31] Ridin' on the train, I'm a whip a Benz in the rain\n[02:27.48] Oversized click on the rise so realize we be\n[02:29.98] Them niggas that dead up all you funny little small fries\n[02:32.50] The franchise, Flipmode damagin' all of you Fall Guys\n[02:34.62] Yo I'm tired of niggas they full of True Lies\n[02:38.10] No time... we got the right surprise\n[02:39.93] Need a new beginnin' need to get a baptise\n[02:42.59] You need to get a baptise\n[02:44.97] Word is bond, aiyyo.\n[02:46.63] Not a problem my squad can't fix\n[02:48.64] Cause we can do, it in the mix\n[02:50.45] So when you niggas talk trash, you can get a bust ass\n[02:53.30] Cause you know we don't fuck around\n[02:55.51] When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\n[02:58.65] Ground ground, ground ground\n[03:00.31] When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\n[03:04.15] Ground ground, ground ground.\n[03:05.63] Ground, a-ground, a-gr-gr-ground-ground\n[03:08.38] Just party to the shit like this come on\n[03:09.81] Just bounce to the muthafuckin' beat come on\n[03:12.03] You niggas don't know my brand new song come on\n[03:14.22] Aiyyo, hear me out y'all, [uhh]\n[03:16.13] Yo, and just feel my shit.\n[03:17.62] Come on, bounce what the fuck?\n[03:19.14] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: There's Not a Problem My Squad Can't Fix (Jamal & Busta Rhymes)\n  artist: Busta Rhymes\n  album: When Disaster Strikes\n  duration_ms: 200016\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Jamal:)\n  start_ms: 750\n  end_ms: 1440\n- text: Come on, yeah. villain\n  start_ms: 1440\n  end_ms: 3310\n- text: Come on, aight?\n  start_ms: 3310\n  end_ms: 6060\n- text: I got this side right here\n  start_ms: 6060\n  end_ms: 8610\n- text: Take this side right there\n  start_ms: 8610\n  end_ms: 10690\n- text: Come on do this\n  start_ms: 10690\n  end_ms: 12270\n- text: Busta Bus\n  start_ms: 12270\n  end_ms: 13890\n- text: Come on. 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Alright?\n  Come on (here we go) stayin' street.\n\n  (Jamal:)\n  Paws, to the wall, with the dirty dog, raw rap-ture\n  If you ain't with it bite crotch til it break your jaw\n  (Your jaw) For tryin' to knock us\n  Tryin' to kill or stop us, jack our propers\n  Busta Bus, they fakin' the cake is for the takin'\n  While they runnin' they face, I'm lettin' the plan bake\n  Formulate, now look at the plot, we got\n  more and more shit that's hot, show to rock the spot\n  Clock or knot, nigga the whole pot\n  Ready or not, we comin' snatchin' every comer\n  witcha hoe in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a muthafucker.\n\n  (Busta Rhymes:)\n  You can be my lady, you coul even be my lollipop sucker\n  The road dawg baby comin' like the mad trucker\n  Lot of jealous niggas lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker\n  God bless, oh yes, I stay fresh\n  Full of finesse, my congress show progress\n  Stylish, hit you with the shit to digest\n  In this rhyme shit we be some of the world's finest\n  Your Highness, leavin' corny niggas spineless\n  Attack it with the classic rhyme flow timeless.\n\n  (Chorus: Busta Rhymes)\n  Not a problem my squad can't fix\n  Cause we can do, it in the mix\n  So when you niggas talk trash, you can get a bust ass\n  Cause you know we don't fuck around\n  When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\n  ground ground, ground ground\n  When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\n  ground ground, ground ground.\n\n  (Jamal:)\n  This is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side\n  It's party time, and don't forget get yours, cause I'm a get mine\n  (Who that?) The villain til I'm peelin' a million\n  Ridin' dirty, and bustin' like 30-30 til a nigga end\n  Knowin' that the shit is fucked I'm still here to win, cheddar\n  If you ain't about it then I think you better\n  hang the little plot you got, don't sweat it main\n  My nigga, my life's uncut like Kane, real _Raw_\n  Y'all don't know shit about Jamal or what I'm in it for:\n  cash, cars, fly whores and tours\n  Fillin' my pipe, with no messes and no limits\n  Them other one scrimpin' has the tent froze frigid\n  Fall as a gimmick, dick lickin' chasin' chickens\n  I mash for the cash with the click and\n  rip a show then I'm dippin' in the whip and high trippin'.\n\n  (Busta Rhymes:)\n  While y'all niggas hoppin' and skippin' I stick the clip in, yo\n  Accelerate on the gas, move fast\n  Blast, find a nigga [foot] in your ass\n  Colorful niggas, just peep the whole contrast\n  Flipmode is the Squad, a news flash\n  Bust your shit up, what the fuck, nigga get up\n  Violate, niggas get they whole [shit] lit up!\n  Break fool, niggas know the rules, rob jewels\n  Champagne bath, throw the Mo-et in the pool\n  Nigga caught a muthafuckin' strain on the brain\n  ridin' on the train, I'm a whip a Benz in the rain\n  Oversized click on the rise so realize we be\n  Them niggas that dead up all you funny little small fries\n  The franchise, Flipmode damagin' all of you Fall Guys\n  Yo I'm tired of niggas they full of True Lies\n  No time... we got the right surprise\n  Need a new beginnin' need to get a baptise\n  You need to get a baptise\n  Word is bond, aiyyo.\n\n  Not a problem my squad can't fix\n  Cause we can do, it in the mix\n  So when you niggas talk trash, you can get a bust ass\n  Cause you know we don't fuck around\n  When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\n  ground ground, ground ground\n  When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\n  ground ground, ground ground.\n\n  Ground, a-ground, a-gr-gr-ground-ground\n  Just party to the shit like this come on\n  Just bounce to the muthafuckin' beat come on\n  You niggas don't know my brand new song come on\n  Aiyyo, hear me out y'all, [uhh]\n  Yo, and just feel my shit.\n  Come on, bounce what the fuck?\n"},{"id":13347900,"name":"There's Not a Problem My Squad Can't Fix","trackName":"There's Not a Problem My Squad Can't Fix","artistName":"Busta Rhymes / Flipmode Squad","albumName":"When Disaster Strikes...","duration":200.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Jamal:)\nCome on, yeah. villain\nCome on, aight?\nI got this side right here\nTake this side right there\nCome on do this\nBusta Bus\nCome on. Alright?\nCome on (here we go) stayin' street.\n\n(Jamal:)\nPaws, to the wall, with the dirty dog, raw rap-ture\nIf you ain't with it bite crotch til it break your jaw\n(Your jaw) For tryin' to knock us\nTryin' to kill or stop us, jack our propers\nBusta Bus, they fakin' the cake is for the takin'\nWhile they runnin' they face, I'm lettin' the plan bake\nFormulate, now look at the plot, we got\nmore and more shit that's hot, show to rock the spot\nClock or knot, nigga the whole pot\nReady or not, we comin' snatchin' every comer\nwitcha hoe in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a muthafucker.\n\n(Busta Rhymes:)\nYou can be my lady, you coul even be my lollipop sucker\nThe road dawg baby comin' like the mad trucker\nLot of jealous niggas lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker\nGod bless, oh yes, I stay fresh\nFull of finesse, my congress show progress\nStylish, hit you with the shit to digest\nIn this rhyme shit we be some of the world's finest\nYour Highness, leavin' corny niggas spineless\nAttack it with the classic rhyme flow timeless.\n\n(Chorus: Busta Rhymes)\nNot a problem my squad can't fix\nCause we can do, it in the mix\nSo when you niggas talk trash, you can get a bust ass\nCause you know we don't fuck around\nWhen you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\nground ground, ground ground\nWhen you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\nground ground, ground ground.\n\n(Jamal:)\nThis is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side\nIt's party time, and don't forget get yours, cause I'm a get mine\n(Who that?) The villain til I'm peelin' a million\nRidin' dirty, and bustin' like 30-30 til a nigga end\nKnowin' that the shit is fucked I'm still here to win, cheddar\nIf you ain't about it then I think you better\nhang the little plot you got, don't sweat it main\nMy nigga, my life's uncut like Kane, real _Raw_\nY'all don't know shit about Jamal or what I'm in it for:\ncash, cars, fly whores and tours\nFillin' my pipe, with no messes and no limits\nThem other one scrimpin' has the tent froze frigid\nFall as a gimmick, dick lickin' chasin' chickens\nI mash for the cash with the click and\nrip a show then I'm dippin' in the whip and high trippin'.\n\n(Busta Rhymes:)\nWhile y'all niggas hoppin' and skippin' I stick the clip in, yo\nAccelerate on the gas, move fast\nBlast, find a nigga [foot] in your ass\nColorful niggas, just peep the whole contrast\nFlipmode is the Squad, a news flash\nBust your shit up, what the fuck, nigga get up\nViolate, niggas get they whole [shit] lit up!\nBreak fool, niggas know the rules, rob jewels\nChampagne bath, throw the Mo-et in the pool\nNigga caught a muthafuckin' strain on the brain\nridin' on the train, I'm a whip a Benz in the rain\nOversized click on the rise so realize we be\nThem niggas that dead up all you funny little small fries\nThe franchise, Flipmode damagin' all of you Fall Guys\nYo I'm tired of niggas they full of True Lies\nNo time... we got the right surprise\nNeed a new beginnin' need to get a baptise\nYou need to get a baptise\nWord is bond, aiyyo.\n\nNot a problem my squad can't fix\nCause we can do, it in the mix\nSo when you niggas talk trash, you can get a bust ass\nCause you know we don't fuck around\nWhen you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\nground ground, ground ground\nWhen you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\nground ground, ground ground.\n\nGround, a-ground, a-gr-gr-ground-ground\nJust party to the shit like this come on\nJust bounce to the muthafuckin' beat come on\nYou niggas don't know my brand new song come on\nAiyyo, hear me out y'all, [uhh]\nYo, and just feel my shit.\nCome on, bounce what the fuck?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.75] (Jamal:)\n[00:01.44] Come on, yeah. villain\n[00:03.31] Come on, aight?\n[00:06.06] I got this side right here\n[00:08.61] Take this side right there\n[00:10.69] Come on do this\n[00:12.27] Busta Bus\n[00:13.89] Come on. 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The villain til I'm peelin' a million\n  Ridin' dirty, and bustin' like 30-30 til a nigga end\n  Knowin' that the shit is fucked I'm still here to win, cheddar\n  If you ain't about it then I think you better\n  hang the little plot you got, don't sweat it main\n  My nigga, my life's uncut like Kane, real _Raw_\n  Y'all don't know shit about Jamal or what I'm in it for:\n  cash, cars, fly whores and tours\n  Fillin' my pipe, with no messes and no limits\n  Them other one scrimpin' has the tent froze frigid\n  Fall as a gimmick, dick lickin' chasin' chickens\n  I mash for the cash with the click and\n  rip a show then I'm dippin' in the whip and high trippin'.\n\n  (Busta Rhymes:)\n  While y'all niggas hoppin' and skippin' I stick the clip in, yo\n  Accelerate on the gas, move fast\n  Blast, find a nigga [foot] in your ass\n  Colorful niggas, just peep the whole contrast\n  Flipmode is the Squad, a news flash\n  Bust your shit up, what the fuck, nigga get up\n  Violate, niggas get they whole [shit] lit up!\n  Break fool, niggas know the rules, rob jewels\n  Champagne bath, throw the Mo-et in the pool\n  Nigga caught a muthafuckin' strain on the brain\n  ridin' on the train, I'm a whip a Benz in the rain\n  Oversized click on the rise so realize we be\n  Them niggas that dead up all you funny little small fries\n  The franchise, Flipmode damagin' all of you Fall Guys\n  Yo I'm tired of niggas they full of True Lies\n  No time... we got the right surprise\n  Need a new beginnin' need to get a baptise\n  You need to get a baptise\n  Word is bond, aiyyo.\n\n  Not a problem my squad can't fix\n  Cause we can do, it in the mix\n  So when you niggas talk trash, you can get a bust ass\n  Cause you know we don't fuck around\n  When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\n  ground ground, ground ground\n  When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\n  ground ground, ground ground.\n\n  Ground, a-ground, a-gr-gr-ground-ground\n  Just party to the shit like this come on\n  Just bounce to the muthafuckin' beat come on\n  You niggas don't know my brand new song come on\n  Aiyyo, hear me out y'all, [uhh]\n  Yo, and just feel my shit.\n  Come on, bounce what the fuck?\n"},{"id":18085880,"name":"There's Not a Problem My Squad Can't Fix","trackName":"There's Not a Problem My Squad Can't Fix","artistName":"Busta Rhymes","albumName":"When Disaster Strikes…","duration":200.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"-- Synced by NoMan --\nC'mon (Uh), aight? (Uh-huh)\nI got this side right here (Uh, uh)\nCheck this out right there (Yeah, where ya at, y'all niggas?)\nCan't do this\nBus-a-Bus (Me, Mally G)\nC'mon, aight? (Bus-a-Bus, here we go)\nC'mon (Here we go), stayin' street (Here we go)\n\nPause, little 'Mal with the dirty dog, raw rap job\nIf you ain't wit' it, bite crotch 'til it break your jaw (Jaw)\nFor tryin' to knock us. Tryin' to kill or stop us, jack our propers\nBus-a-Bus, they fakin', the cake is for the takin'\nWhile they runnin' they face (Uh-huh), I'm lettin' the plan bake\nFormulate, now look at the plot, we got\nMore and more shit that's hot, sho' to rock the spot\nClock or knot, nigga, the whole pot\nReady or not, we comin', snatchin' every comer\nWitcha ho in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a motherfucker\nYou can be my lady (Haha), you could even be my lollipop sucker (Yeah)\nThe raw dawg, baby, comin' like the mad trucker\nLot of jealous niggas lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker (Woo)\nGod bless, oh, yes, I stay fresh\nFull of finesse, my congress show progress\nStylish, hit you with the shit to digest\nIn this rhyme shit, we be some of the world's finest (Uh)\nYour Highness, leavin' corny niggas spineless\nAttack it with the classic rhyme, flow timeless (Haha)\n\nThere's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, c'mon, ha)\n'Cause we can do it in the mix (Ha, uh-huh)\nSo when you niggas talk trash (What? 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Get up\nViolate niggas, get they whole shit lit up\nBreak fool, niggas know the rules, rob jewels\nChampagne bath, throw the Moët in the pool\nNigga caught a motherfuckin' strain on the brain\nRidin' on the train, I'ma whip a Benz in the rain\nOversized click on the rise, so realise\nWe be them niggas that dead up all you funny little small fries\nThe franchise\nFlipmode damagin' all of you fall guys\nYo, I'm tired of niggas, they full of true lies\nNo time, we got the right surprise\nNeed a new beginnin', need to get a baptise, ha, ha\nYou need to get a baptise, word is bond, ayo\n\nThere's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, hoo)\n'Cause we can do it in the mix (Heh, what?)\nSo when you niggas talk trash (What? 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The villain 'til I'm peelin' a million\n[01:33.44] Ridin' dirty and bustin' like thirty-thirty (Uh-huh), 'til a nigga end\n[01:36.28] Knowin' that the shit is fucked I'm still here to win (What?)\n[01:38.24] Cheddar (Uh), if you ain't about it then I think you better\n[01:40.68] Hang the little plot you got, don't sweat it, mayne\n[01:43.00] My nigga, my life's uncut like Kane, real raw\n[01:45.12] Y'all don't know shit about Jamal or what I'm in it for (For)\n[01:47.73] Cash, cars, fly whores and tours (Uh-huh)\n[01:49.93] Fillin' my pipe, with no mess and no limits\n[01:52.29] Them other ones scrimpin', has the tent froze frigid (Ah)\n[01:53.60] Fraud as a gimmick, dick lickin', chasin' chickens\n[01:56.97] I mash for the cash with the click and (Uh-huh)\n[01:59.16] Rip a show then I'm dippin' in the whip and high trippin' (Trippin')\n[02:01.37] While y'all niggas (Yeah) hoppin' and skippin', I stick the clip in, yo\n[02:04.29] Accelerate on the gas, move fast\n[02:06.37] Blast, find a nigga foot in your ass\n[02:08.69] Colorful nigga, just peep the whole contrast\n[02:11.04] Flipmode is the squad, the news flash\n[02:13.37] Bust your shit up, what the fuck, nigga? 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(Uh-huh)\n  I got this side right here (Uh, uh)\n  Check this out right there (Yeah, where ya at, y'all niggas?)\n  Can't do this\n  Bus-a-Bus (Me, Mally G)\n  C'mon, aight? (Bus-a-Bus, here we go)\n  C'mon (Here we go), stayin' street (Here we go)\n\n  Pause, little 'Mal with the dirty dog, raw rap job\n  If you ain't wit' it, bite crotch 'til it break your jaw (Jaw)\n  For tryin' to knock us. Tryin' to kill or stop us, jack our propers\n  Bus-a-Bus, they fakin', the cake is for the takin'\n  While they runnin' they face (Uh-huh), I'm lettin' the plan bake\n  Formulate, now look at the plot, we got\n  More and more shit that's hot, sho' to rock the spot\n  Clock or knot, nigga, the whole pot\n  Ready or not, we comin', snatchin' every comer\n  Witcha ho in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a motherfucker\n  You can be my lady (Haha), you could even be my lollipop sucker (Yeah)\n  The raw dawg, baby, comin' like the mad trucker\n  Lot of jealous niggas lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker (Woo)\n  God bless, oh, yes, I stay fresh\n  Full of finesse, my congress show progress\n  Stylish, hit you with the shit to digest\n  In this rhyme shit, we be some of the world's finest (Uh)\n  Your Highness, leavin' corny niggas spineless\n  Attack it with the classic rhyme, flow timeless (Haha)\n\n  There's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, c'mon, ha)\n  'Cause we can do it in the mix (Ha, uh-huh)\n  So when you niggas talk trash (What? 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Get up\n  Violate niggas, get they whole shit lit up\n  Break fool, niggas know the rules, rob jewels\n  Champagne bath, throw the Moët in the pool\n  Nigga caught a motherfuckin' strain on the brain\n  Ridin' on the train, I'ma whip a Benz in the rain\n  Oversized click on the rise, so realise\n  We be them niggas that dead up all you funny little small fries\n  The franchise\n  Flipmode damagin' all of you fall guys\n  Yo, I'm tired of niggas, they full of true lies\n  No time, we got the right surprise\n  Need a new beginnin', need to get a baptise, ha, ha\n  You need to get a baptise, word is bond, ayo\n\n  There's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, hoo)\n  'Cause we can do it in the mix (Heh, what?)\n  So when you niggas talk trash (What? 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(Uh-huh)\nI got this side right here (Uh, uh)\nCheck this out right there (Yeah, where ya at, y'all niggas?)\nCan't do this\nBus-a-Bus (Me, Mally G)\nC'mon, aight? (Bus-a-Bus, here we go)\nC'mon (Here we go), stayin' street (Here we go)\n\nPause, little 'Mal with the dirty dog, raw rap job\nIf you ain't wit' it, bite crotch 'til it break your jaw (Jaw)\nFor tryin' to knock us. Tryin' to kill or stop us, jack our propers\nBus-a-Bus, they fakin', the cake is for the takin'\nWhile they runnin' they face (Uh-huh), I'm lettin' the plan bake\nFormulate, now look at the plot, we got\nMore and more shit that's hot, sho' to rock the spot\nClock or knot, nigga, the whole pot\nReady or not, we comin', snatchin' every comer\nWitcha ho in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a motherfucker\nYou can be my lady (Haha), you could even be my lollipop sucker (Yeah)\nThe raw dawg, baby, comin' like the mad trucker\nLot of jealous niggas lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker (Woo)\nGod bless, oh, yes, I stay fresh\nFull of finesse, my congress show progress\nStylish, hit you with the shit to digest\nIn this rhyme shit, we be some of the world's finest (Uh)\nYour Highness, leavin' corny niggas spineless\nAttack it with the classic rhyme, flow timeless (Haha)\n\nThere's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, c'mon, ha)\n'Cause we can do it in the mix (Ha, uh-huh)\nSo when you niggas talk trash (What? 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Tryin' to kill or stop us, jack our propers\n[00:30.19] Bus-a-Bus, they fakin', the cake is for the takin'\n[00:32.64] While they runnin' they face (Uh-huh), I'm lettin' the plan bake\n[00:35.17] Formulate, now look at the plot, we got\n[00:37.28] More and more shit that's hot, sho' to rock the spot\n[00:40.00] Clock or knot, nigga, the whole pot\n[00:41.96] Ready or not, we comin', snatchin' every comer\n[00:44.36] Witcha ho in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a motherfucker\n[00:46.83] You can be my lady (Haha), you could even be my lollipop sucker (Yeah)\n[00:49.39] The raw dawg, baby, comin' like the mad trucker\n[00:51.53] Lot of jealous niggas lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker (Woo)\n[00:54.08] God bless, oh, yes, I stay fresh\n[00:56.04] Full of finesse, my congress show progress\n[00:58.35] Stylish, hit you with the shit to digest\n[01:00.64] In this rhyme shit, we be some of the world's finest (Uh)\n[01:03.12] Your Highness, leavin' corny niggas spineless\n[01:05.36] Attack it with the classic rhyme, flow timeless (Haha)\n\n[01:07.84] There's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, c'mon, ha)\n[01:10.17] 'Cause we can do it in the mix (Ha, uh-huh)\n[01:12.48] So when you niggas talk trash (What? Ha), you will get a bust ass (What? Give it to me, yo, right)\n[01:14.84] 'Cause you know we don't fuck around (Ha, ha, give it to me, yo)\n[01:16.94] When you niggas talk shit (Ooh), lay you six feet under the ground (Give it to me, yo)\n[01:20.17] Ground, ground, ground, ground (Lay you down, nigga, lay you down nigga, c'mon)\n[01:21.94] When you niggas talk shit (Ha), lay you six feet under the ground (Ha, ha)\n[01:24.56] Ground, ground, ground, ground (Ha, ha, ha, ha)\n\n[01:26.21] This is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side\n[01:28.69] It's party time, and don't forget get yours, 'cause I'ma get mine\n[01:31.21] (Who that?) The villain 'til I'm peelin' a million\n[01:33.44] Ridin' dirty and bustin' like thirty-thirty (Uh-huh), 'til a nigga end\n[01:36.28] Knowin' that the shit is fucked I'm still here to win (What?)\n[01:38.24] Cheddar (Uh), if you ain't about it then I think you better\n[01:40.68] Hang the little plot you got, don't sweat it, mayne\n[01:43.00] My nigga, my life's uncut like Kane, real raw\n[01:45.12] Y'all don't know shit about Jamal or what I'm in it for (For)\n[01:47.73] Cash, cars, fly whores and tours (Uh-huh)\n[01:49.93] Fillin' my pipe, with no mess and no limits\n[01:52.29] Them other ones scrimpin', has the tent froze frigid (Ah)\n[01:53.60] Fraud as a gimmick, dick lickin', chasin' chickens\n[01:56.97] I mash for the cash with the click and (Uh-huh)\n[01:59.16] Rip a show then I'm dippin' in the whip and high trippin' (Trippin')\n[02:01.37] While y'all niggas (Yeah) hoppin' and skippin', I stick the clip in, yo\n[02:04.29] Accelerate on the gas, move fast\n[02:06.37] Blast, find a nigga foot in your ass\n[02:08.69] Colorful nigga, just peep the whole contrast\n[02:11.04] Flipmode is the squad, the news flash\n[02:13.37] Bust your shit up, what the fuck, nigga? Get up\n[02:15.68] Violate niggas, get they whole shit lit up\n[02:18.09] Break fool, niggas know the rules, rob jewels\n[02:20.37] Champagne bath, throw the Moët in the pool\n[02:22.76] Nigga caught a motherfuckin' strain on the brain\n[02:25.04] Ridin' on the train, I'ma whip a Benz in the rain\n[02:27.32] Oversized click on the rise, so realise\n[02:29.65] We be them niggas that dead up all you funny little small fries\n[02:32.41] The franchise\n[02:33.28] Flipmode damagin' all of you fall guys\n[02:35.58] Yo, I'm tired of niggas, they full of true lies\n[02:37.93] No time, we got the right surprise\n[02:40.29] Need a new beginnin', need to get a baptise, ha, ha\n[02:43.49] You need to get a baptise, word is bond, ayo\n\n[02:46.29] There's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, hoo)\n[02:48.48] 'Cause we can do it in the mix (Heh, what?)\n[02:50.85] So when you niggas talk trash (What? 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(Uh-huh)\n  I got this side right here (Uh, uh)\n  Check this out right there (Yeah, where ya at, y'all niggas?)\n  Can't do this\n  Bus-a-Bus (Me, Mally G)\n  C'mon, aight? (Bus-a-Bus, here we go)\n  C'mon (Here we go), stayin' street (Here we go)\n\n  Pause, little 'Mal with the dirty dog, raw rap job\n  If you ain't wit' it, bite crotch 'til it break your jaw (Jaw)\n  For tryin' to knock us. Tryin' to kill or stop us, jack our propers\n  Bus-a-Bus, they fakin', the cake is for the takin'\n  While they runnin' they face (Uh-huh), I'm lettin' the plan bake\n  Formulate, now look at the plot, we got\n  More and more shit that's hot, sho' to rock the spot\n  Clock or knot, nigga, the whole pot\n  Ready or not, we comin', snatchin' every comer\n  Witcha ho in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a motherfucker\n  You can be my lady (Haha), you could even be my lollipop sucker (Yeah)\n  The raw dawg, baby, comin' like the mad trucker\n  Lot of jealous niggas lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker (Woo)\n  God bless, oh, yes, I stay fresh\n  Full of finesse, my congress show progress\n  Stylish, hit you with the shit to digest\n  In this rhyme shit, we be some of the world's finest (Uh)\n  Your Highness, leavin' corny niggas spineless\n  Attack it with the classic rhyme, flow timeless (Haha)\n\n  There's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, c'mon, ha)\n  'Cause we can do it in the mix (Ha, uh-huh)\n  So when you niggas talk trash (What? Ha), you will get a bust ass (What? Give it to me, yo, right)\n  'Cause you know we don't fuck around (Ha, ha, give it to me, yo)\n  When you niggas talk shit (Ooh), lay you six feet under the ground (Give it to me, yo)\n  Ground, ground, ground, ground (Lay you down, nigga, lay you down nigga, c'mon)\n  When you niggas talk shit (Ha), lay you six feet under the ground (Ha, ha)\n  Ground, ground, ground, ground (Ha, ha, ha, ha)\n\n  This is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side\n  It's party time, and don't forget get yours, 'cause I'ma get mine\n  (Who that?) 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Tryin' to kill or stop us, jack our propers\nBus-a-Bus, they fakin', the cake is for the takin'\nWhile they runnin' they face (Uh-huh), I'm lettin' the plan bake\nFormulate, now look at the plot, we got\nMore and more shit that's hot, sho' to rock the spot\nClock or knot, nigga, the whole pot\nReady or not, we comin', snatchin' every comer\nWitcha ho in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a motherfucker\nYou can be my lady (Haha), you could even be my lollipop sucker (Yeah)\nThe raw dawg, baby, comin' like the mad trucker\nLot of jealous niggas lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker (Woo)\nGod bless, oh, yes, I stay fresh\nFull of finesse, my congress show progress\nStylish, hit you with the shit to digest\nIn this rhyme shit, we be some of the world's finest (Uh)\nYour Highness, leavin' corny niggas spineless\nAttack it with the classic rhyme, flow timeless (Haha)\n\nThere's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, c'mon, ha)\n'Cause we can do it in the mix (Ha, uh-huh)\nSo when you niggas talk trash (What? 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(Uh-huh)\n[00:05.51] I got this side right here (Uh, uh)\n[00:07.83] Check this out right there (Yeah, where ya at, y'all niggas?)\n[00:10.27] Can't do this\n[00:12.23] Bus-a-Bus (Me, Mally G)\n[00:13.79] C'mon, aight? (Bus-a-Bus, here we go)\n[00:16.12] C'mon (Here we go), stayin' street (Here we go)\n\n[00:20.81] Pause, little 'Mal with the dirty dog, raw rap job\n[00:23.97] If you ain't wit' it, bite crotch 'til it break your jaw (Jaw)\n[00:26.43] For tryin' to knock us. Tryin' to kill or stop us, jack our propers\n[00:30.19] Bus-a-Bus, they fakin', the cake is for the takin'\n[00:32.64] While they runnin' they face (Uh-huh), I'm lettin' the plan bake\n[00:35.17] Formulate, now look at the plot, we got\n[00:37.28] More and more shit that's hot, sho' to rock the spot\n[00:40.00] Clock or knot, nigga, the whole pot\n[00:41.96] Ready or not, we comin', snatchin' every comer\n[00:44.36] Witcha ho in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a motherfucker\n[00:46.83] You can be my lady (Haha), you could even be my lollipop sucker (Yeah)\n[00:49.39] The raw dawg, baby, comin' like the mad trucker\n[00:51.53] Lot of jealous niggas lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker (Woo)\n[00:54.08] God bless, oh, yes, I stay fresh\n[00:56.04] Full of finesse, my congress show progress\n[00:58.35] Stylish, hit you with the shit to digest\n[01:00.64] In this rhyme shit, we be some of the world's finest (Uh)\n[01:03.12] Your Highness, leavin' corny niggas spineless\n[01:05.36] Attack it with the classic rhyme, flow timeless (Haha)\n\n[01:07.84] There's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, c'mon, ha)\n[01:10.17] 'Cause we can do it in the mix (Ha, uh-huh)\n[01:12.48] So when you niggas talk trash (What? Ha), you will get a bust ass (What? Give it to me, yo, right)\n[01:14.84] 'Cause you know we don't fuck around (Ha, ha, give it to me, yo)\n[01:16.94] When you niggas talk shit (Ooh), lay you six feet under the ground (Give it to me, yo)\n[01:20.17] Ground, ground, ground, ground (Lay you down, nigga, lay you down nigga, c'mon)\n[01:21.94] When you niggas talk shit (Ha), lay you six feet under the ground (Ha, ha)\n[01:24.56] Ground, ground, ground, ground (Ha, ha, ha, ha)\n\n[01:26.21] This is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side\n[01:28.69] It's party time, and don't forget get yours, 'cause I'ma get mine\n[01:31.21] (Who that?) 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Get up\n[02:15.68] Violate niggas, get they whole shit lit up\n[02:18.09] Break fool, niggas know the rules, rob jewels\n[02:20.37] Champagne bath, throw the Moët in the pool\n[02:22.76] Nigga caught a motherfuckin' strain on the brain\n[02:25.04] Ridin' on the train, I'ma whip a Benz in the rain\n[02:27.32] Oversized click on the rise, so realise\n[02:29.65] We be them niggas that dead up all you funny little small fries\n[02:32.41] The franchise\n[02:33.28] Flipmode damagin' all of you fall guys\n[02:35.58] Yo, I'm tired of niggas, they full of true lies\n[02:37.93] No time, we got the right surprise\n[02:40.29] Need a new beginnin', need to get a baptise, ha, ha\n[02:43.49] You need to get a baptise, word is bond, ayo\n\n[02:46.29] There's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, hoo)\n[02:48.48] 'Cause we can do it in the mix (Heh, what?)\n[02:50.85] So when you niggas talk trash (What? 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(Uh-huh)\n  I got this side right here (Uh, uh)\n  Check this out right there (Yeah, where ya at, y'all niggas?)\n  Can't do this\n  Bus-a-Bus (Me, Mally G)\n  C'mon, aight? (Bus-a-Bus, here we go)\n  C'mon (Here we go), stayin' street (Here we go)\n\n  Pause, little 'Mal with the dirty dog, raw rap job\n  If you ain't wit' it, bite crotch 'til it break your jaw (Jaw)\n  For tryin' to knock us. Tryin' to kill or stop us, jack our propers\n  Bus-a-Bus, they fakin', the cake is for the takin'\n  While they runnin' they face (Uh-huh), I'm lettin' the plan bake\n  Formulate, now look at the plot, we got\n  More and more shit that's hot, sho' to rock the spot\n  Clock or knot, nigga, the whole pot\n  Ready or not, we comin', snatchin' every comer\n  Witcha ho in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a motherfucker\n  You can be my lady (Haha), you could even be my lollipop sucker (Yeah)\n  The raw dawg, baby, comin' like the mad trucker\n  Lot of jealous niggas lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker (Woo)\n  God bless, oh, yes, I stay fresh\n  Full of finesse, my congress show progress\n  Stylish, hit you with the shit to digest\n  In this rhyme shit, we be some of the world's finest (Uh)\n  Your Highness, leavin' corny niggas spineless\n  Attack it with the classic rhyme, flow timeless (Haha)\n\n  There's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, c'mon, ha)\n  'Cause we can do it in the mix (Ha, uh-huh)\n  So when you niggas talk trash (What? Ha), you will get a bust ass (What? Give it to me, yo, right)\n  'Cause you know we don't fuck around (Ha, ha, give it to me, yo)\n  When you niggas talk shit (Ooh), lay you six feet under the ground (Give it to me, yo)\n  Ground, ground, ground, ground (Lay you down, nigga, lay you down nigga, c'mon)\n  When you niggas talk shit (Ha), lay you six feet under the ground (Ha, ha)\n  Ground, ground, ground, ground (Ha, ha, ha, ha)\n\n  This is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side\n  It's party time, and don't forget get yours, 'cause I'ma get mine\n  (Who that?) 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Get up\nViolate niggas, get they whole shit lit up\nBreak fool, niggas know the rules, rob jewels\nChampagne bath, throw the Moët in the pool\nNigga caught a motherfuckin' strain on the brain\nRidin' on the train, I'ma whip a Benz in the rain\nOversized click on the rise, so realise\nWe be them niggas that dead up all you funny little small fries\nThe franchise\nFlipmode damagin' all of you fall guys\nYo, I'm tired of niggas, they full of true lies\nNo time, we got the right surprise\nNeed a new beginnin', need to get a baptise, ha, ha\nYou need to get a baptise, word is bond, ayo\n\nThere's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, hoo)\n'Cause we can do it in the mix (Heh, what?)\nSo when you niggas talk trash (What? 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(Uh-huh)\n[00:05.51] I got this side right here (Uh, uh)\n[00:07.83] Check this out right there (Yeah, where ya at, y'all niggas?)\n[00:10.27] Can't do this\n[00:12.23] Bus-a-Bus (Me, Mally G)\n[00:13.79] C'mon, aight? (Bus-a-Bus, here we go)\n[00:16.12] C'mon (Here we go), stayin' street (Here we go)\n\n[00:20.81] Pause, little 'Mal with the dirty dog, raw rap job\n[00:23.97] If you ain't wit' it, bite crotch 'til it break your jaw (Jaw)\n[00:26.43] For tryin' to knock us. 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(Uh-huh)\nI got this side right here (Uh, uh)\nCheck this out right there (Yeah, where ya at, y'all niggas?)\nCan't do this\nBus-a-Bus (Me, Mally G)\nC'mon, aight? (Bus-a-Bus, here we go)\nC'mon (Here we go), stayin' street (Here we go)\n\nPause, little 'Mal with the dirty dog, raw rap job\nIf you ain't wit' it, bite crotch 'til it break your jaw (Jaw)\nFor tryin' to knock us. 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(Uh-huh)\n  I got this side right here (Uh, uh)\n  Check this out right there (Yeah, where ya at, y'all niggas?)\n  Can't do this\n  Bus-a-Bus (Me, Mally G)\n  C'mon, aight? (Bus-a-Bus, here we go)\n  C'mon (Here we go), stayin' street (Here we go)\n\n  Pause, little 'Mal with the dirty dog, raw rap job\n  If you ain't wit' it, bite crotch 'til it break your jaw (Jaw)\n  For tryin' to knock us. Tryin' to kill or stop us, jack our propers\n  Bus-a-Bus, they fakin', the cake is for the takin'\n  While they runnin' they face (Uh-huh), I'm lettin' the plan bake\n  Formulate, now look at the plot, we got\n  More and more shit that's hot, sho' to rock the spot\n  Clock or knot, nigga, the whole pot\n  Ready or not, we comin', snatchin' every comer\n  Witcha ho in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a motherfucker\n  You can be my lady (Haha), you could even be my lollipop sucker (Yeah)\n  The raw dawg, baby, comin' like the mad trucker\n  Lot of jealous niggas lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker (Woo)\n  God bless, oh, yes, I stay fresh\n  Full of finesse, my congress show progress\n  Stylish, hit you with the shit to digest\n  In this rhyme shit, we be some of the world's finest (Uh)\n  Your Highness, leavin' corny niggas spineless\n  Attack it with the classic rhyme, flow timeless (Haha)\n\n  There's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, c'mon, ha)\n  'Cause we can do it in the mix (Ha, uh-huh)\n  So when you niggas talk trash (What? 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(Uh-huh)\nI got this side right here (Uh, uh)\nCheck this out right there (Yeah, where ya at, y'all niggas?)\nCan't do this\nBus-a-Bus (Me, Mally G)\nC'mon, aight? (Bus-a-Bus, here we go)\nC'mon (Here we go), stayin' street (Here we go)\n\nPause, little 'Mal with the dirty dog, raw rap job\nIf you ain't wit' it, bite crotch 'til it break your jaw (Jaw)\nFor tryin' to knock us. Tryin' to kill or stop us, jack our propers\nBus-a-Bus, they fakin', the cake is for the takin'\nWhile they runnin' they face (Uh-huh), I'm lettin' the plan bake\nFormulate, now look at the plot, we got\nMore and more shit that's hot, sho' to rock the spot\nClock or knot, nigga, the whole pot\nReady or not, we comin', snatchin' every comer\nWitcha ho in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a motherfucker\nYou can be my lady (Haha), you could even be my lollipop sucker (Yeah)\nThe raw dawg, baby, comin' like the mad trucker\nLot of jealous niggas lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker (Woo)\nGod bless, oh, yes, I stay fresh\nFull of finesse, my congress show progress\nStylish, hit you with the shit to digest\nIn this rhyme shit, we be some of the world's finest (Uh)\nYour Highness, leavin' corny niggas spineless\nAttack it with the classic rhyme, flow timeless (Haha)\n\nThere's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, c'mon, ha)\n'Cause we can do it in the mix (Ha, uh-huh)\nSo when you niggas talk trash (What? Ha), you will get a bust ass (What? Give it to me, yo, right)\n'Cause you know we don't fuck around (Ha, ha, give it to me, yo)\nWhen you niggas talk shit (Ooh), lay you six feet under the ground (Give it to me, yo)\nGround, ground, ground, ground (Lay you down, nigga, lay you down nigga, c'mon)\nWhen you niggas talk shit (Ha), lay you six feet under the ground (Ha, ha)\nGround, ground, ground, ground (Ha, ha, ha, ha)\n\nThis is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side\nIt's party time, and don't forget get yours, 'cause I'ma get mine\n(Who that?) The villain 'til I'm peelin' a million\nRidin' dirty and bustin' like thirty-thirty (Uh-huh), 'til a nigga end\nKnowin' that the shit is fucked I'm still here to win (What?)\nCheddar (Uh), if you ain't about it then I think you better\nHang the little plot you got, don't sweat it, mayne\nMy nigga, my life's uncut like Kane, real raw\nY'all don't know shit about Jamal or what I'm in it for (For)\nCash, cars, fly whores and tours (Uh-huh)\nFillin' my pipe, with no mess and no limits\nThem other ones scrimpin', has the tent froze frigid (Ah)\nFraud as a gimmick, dick lickin', chasin' chickens\nI mash for the cash with the click and (Uh-huh)\nRip a show then I'm dippin' in the whip and high trippin' (Trippin')\nWhile y'all niggas (Yeah) hoppin' and skippin', I stick the clip in, yo\nAccelerate on the gas, move fast\nBlast, find a nigga foot in your ass\nColorful nigga, just peep the whole contrast\nFlipmode is the squad, the news flash\nBust your shit up, what the fuck, nigga? Get up\nViolate niggas, get they whole shit lit up\nBreak fool, niggas know the rules, rob jewels\nChampagne bath, throw the Moët in the pool\nNigga caught a motherfuckin' strain on the brain\nRidin' on the train, I'ma whip a Benz in the rain\nOversized click on the rise, so realise\nWe be them niggas that dead up all you funny little small fries\nThe franchise\nFlipmode damagin' all of you fall guys\nYo, I'm tired of niggas, they full of true lies\nNo time, we got the right surprise\nNeed a new beginnin', need to get a baptise, ha, ha\nYou need to get a baptise, word is bond, ayo\n\nThere's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, hoo)\n'Cause we can do it in the mix (Heh, what?)\nSo when you niggas talk trash (What? 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(Uh-huh)\n  I got this side right here (Uh, uh)\n  Check this out right there (Yeah, where ya at, y'all niggas?)\n  Can't do this\n  Bus-a-Bus (Me, Mally G)\n  C'mon, aight? (Bus-a-Bus, here we go)\n  C'mon (Here we go), stayin' street (Here we go)\n\n  Pause, little 'Mal with the dirty dog, raw rap job\n  If you ain't wit' it, bite crotch 'til it break your jaw (Jaw)\n  For tryin' to knock us. Tryin' to kill or stop us, jack our propers\n  Bus-a-Bus, they fakin', the cake is for the takin'\n  While they runnin' they face (Uh-huh), I'm lettin' the plan bake\n  Formulate, now look at the plot, we got\n  More and more shit that's hot, sho' to rock the spot\n  Clock or knot, nigga, the whole pot\n  Ready or not, we comin', snatchin' every comer\n  Witcha ho in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a motherfucker\n  You can be my lady (Haha), you could even be my lollipop sucker (Yeah)\n  The raw dawg, baby, comin' like the mad trucker\n  Lot of jealous niggas lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker (Woo)\n  God bless, oh, yes, I stay fresh\n  Full of finesse, my congress show progress\n  Stylish, hit you with the shit to digest\n  In this rhyme shit, we be some of the world's finest (Uh)\n  Your Highness, leavin' corny niggas spineless\n  Attack it with the classic rhyme, flow timeless (Haha)\n\n  There's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, c'mon, ha)\n  'Cause we can do it in the mix (Ha, uh-huh)\n  So when you niggas talk trash (What? 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Get up\n  Violate niggas, get they whole shit lit up\n  Break fool, niggas know the rules, rob jewels\n  Champagne bath, throw the Moët in the pool\n  Nigga caught a motherfuckin' strain on the brain\n  Ridin' on the train, I'ma whip a Benz in the rain\n  Oversized click on the rise, so realise\n  We be them niggas that dead up all you funny little small fries\n  The franchise\n  Flipmode damagin' all of you fall guys\n  Yo, I'm tired of niggas, they full of true lies\n  No time, we got the right surprise\n  Need a new beginnin', need to get a baptise, ha, ha\n  You need to get a baptise, word is bond, ayo\n\n  There's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, hoo)\n  'Cause we can do it in the mix (Heh, what?)\n  So when you niggas talk trash (What? 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(Uh-huh)\nI got this side right here (Uh, uh)\nCheck this out right there (Yeah, where ya at, y'all niggas?)\nCan't do this\nBus-a-Bus (Me, Mally G)\nC'mon, aight? (Bus-a-Bus, here we go)\nC'mon (Here we go), stayin' street (Here we go)\n\nPause, little 'Mal with the dirty dog, raw rap job\nIf you ain't wit' it, bite crotch 'til it break your jaw (Jaw)\nFor tryin' to knock us. Tryin' to kill or stop us, jack our propers\nBus-a-Bus, they fakin', the cake is for the takin'\nWhile they runnin' they face (Uh-huh), I'm lettin' the plan bake\nFormulate, now look at the plot, we got\nMore and more shit that's hot, sho' to rock the spot\nClock or knot, nigga, the whole pot\nReady or not, we comin', snatchin' every comer\nWitcha ho in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a motherfucker\nYou can be my lady (Haha), you could even be my lollipop sucker (Yeah)\nThe raw dawg, baby, comin' like the mad trucker\nLot of jealous niggas lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker (Woo)\nGod bless, oh, yes, I stay fresh\nFull of finesse, my congress show progress\nStylish, hit you with the shit to digest\nIn this rhyme shit, we be some of the world's finest (Uh)\nYour Highness, leavin' corny niggas spineless\nAttack it with the classic rhyme, flow timeless (Haha)\n\nThere's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, c'mon, ha)\n'Cause we can do it in the mix (Ha, uh-huh)\nSo when you niggas talk trash (What? 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Get up\nViolate niggas, get they whole shit lit up\nBreak fool, niggas know the rules, rob jewels\nChampagne bath, throw the Moët in the pool\nNigga caught a motherfuckin' strain on the brain\nRidin' on the train, I'ma whip a Benz in the rain\nOversized click on the rise, so realise\nWe be them niggas that dead up all you funny little small fries\nThe franchise\nFlipmode damagin' all of you fall guys\nYo, I'm tired of niggas, they full of true lies\nNo time, we got the right surprise\nNeed a new beginnin', need to get a baptise, ha, ha\nYou need to get a baptise, word is bond, ayo\n\nThere's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, hoo)\n'Cause we can do it in the mix (Heh, what?)\nSo when you niggas talk trash (What? 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Tryin' to kill or stop us, jack our propers\n[00:30.19] Bus-a-Bus, they fakin', the cake is for the takin'\n[00:32.64] While they runnin' they face (Uh-huh), I'm lettin' the plan bake\n[00:35.17] Formulate, now look at the plot, we got\n[00:37.28] More and more shit that's hot, sho' to rock the spot\n[00:40.00] Clock or knot, nigga, the whole pot\n[00:41.96] Ready or not, we comin', snatchin' every comer\n[00:44.36] Witcha ho in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a motherfucker\n[00:46.83] You can be my lady (Haha), you could even be my lollipop sucker (Yeah)\n[00:49.39] The raw dawg, baby, comin' like the mad trucker\n[00:51.53] Lot of jealous niggas lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker (Woo)\n[00:54.08] God bless, oh, yes, I stay fresh\n[00:56.04] Full of finesse, my congress show progress\n[00:58.35] Stylish, hit you with the shit to digest\n[01:00.64] In this rhyme shit, we be some of the world's finest (Uh)\n[01:03.12] Your Highness, leavin' corny niggas spineless\n[01:05.36] Attack it with the classic rhyme, flow timeless (Haha)\n\n[01:07.84] There's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, c'mon, ha)\n[01:10.17] 'Cause we can do it in the mix (Ha, uh-huh)\n[01:12.48] So when you niggas talk trash (What? Ha), you will get a bust ass (What? Give it to me, yo, right)\n[01:14.84] 'Cause you know we don't fuck around (Ha, ha, give it to me, yo)\n[01:16.94] When you niggas talk shit (Ooh), lay you six feet under the ground (Give it to me, yo)\n[01:20.17] Ground, ground, ground, ground (Lay you down, nigga, lay you down nigga, c'mon)\n[01:21.94] When you niggas talk shit (Ha), lay you six feet under the ground (Ha, ha)\n[01:24.56] Ground, ground, ground, ground (Ha, ha, ha, ha)\n\n[01:26.21] This is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side\n[01:28.69] It's party time, and don't forget get yours, 'cause I'ma get mine\n[01:31.21] (Who that?) The villain 'til I'm peelin' a million\n[01:33.44] Ridin' dirty and bustin' like thirty-thirty (Uh-huh), 'til a nigga end\n[01:36.28] Knowin' that the shit is fucked I'm still here to win (What?)\n[01:38.24] Cheddar (Uh), if you ain't about it then I think you better\n[01:40.68] Hang the little plot you got, don't sweat it, mayne\n[01:43.00] My nigga, my life's uncut like Kane, real raw\n[01:45.12] Y'all don't know shit about Jamal or what I'm in it for (For)\n[01:47.73] Cash, cars, fly whores and tours (Uh-huh)\n[01:49.93] Fillin' my pipe, with no mess and no limits\n[01:52.29] Them other ones scrimpin', has the tent froze frigid (Ah)\n[01:53.60] Fraud as a gimmick, dick lickin', chasin' chickens\n[01:56.97] I mash for the cash with the click and (Uh-huh)\n[01:59.16] Rip a show then I'm dippin' in the whip and high trippin' (Trippin')\n[02:01.37] While y'all niggas (Yeah) hoppin' and skippin', I stick the clip in, yo\n[02:04.29] Accelerate on the gas, move fast\n[02:06.37] Blast, find a nigga foot in your ass\n[02:08.69] Colorful nigga, just peep the whole contrast\n[02:11.04] Flipmode is the squad, the news flash\n[02:13.37] Bust your shit up, what the fuck, nigga? Get up\n[02:15.68] Violate niggas, get they whole shit lit up\n[02:18.09] Break fool, niggas know the rules, rob jewels\n[02:20.37] Champagne bath, throw the Moët in the pool\n[02:22.76] Nigga caught a motherfuckin' strain on the brain\n[02:25.04] Ridin' on the train, I'ma whip a Benz in the rain\n[02:27.32] Oversized click on the rise, so realise\n[02:29.65] We be them niggas that dead up all you funny little small fries\n[02:32.41] The franchise\n[02:33.28] Flipmode damagin' all of you fall guys\n[02:35.58] Yo, I'm tired of niggas, they full of true lies\n[02:37.93] No time, we got the right surprise\n[02:40.29] Need a new beginnin', need to get a baptise, ha, ha\n[02:43.49] You need to get a baptise, word is bond, ayo\n\n[02:46.29] There's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, hoo)\n[02:48.48] 'Cause we can do it in the mix (Heh, what?)\n[02:50.85] So when you niggas talk trash (What? 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(Uh-huh)\n  I got this side right here (Uh, uh)\n  Check this out right there (Yeah, where ya at, y'all niggas?)\n  Can't do this\n  Bus-a-Bus (Me, Mally G)\n  C'mon, aight? (Bus-a-Bus, here we go)\n  C'mon (Here we go), stayin' street (Here we go)\n\n  Pause, little 'Mal with the dirty dog, raw rap job\n  If you ain't wit' it, bite crotch 'til it break your jaw (Jaw)\n  For tryin' to knock us. Tryin' to kill or stop us, jack our propers\n  Bus-a-Bus, they fakin', the cake is for the takin'\n  While they runnin' they face (Uh-huh), I'm lettin' the plan bake\n  Formulate, now look at the plot, we got\n  More and more shit that's hot, sho' to rock the spot\n  Clock or knot, nigga, the whole pot\n  Ready or not, we comin', snatchin' every comer\n  Witcha ho in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a motherfucker\n  You can be my lady (Haha), you could even be my lollipop sucker (Yeah)\n  The raw dawg, baby, comin' like the mad trucker\n  Lot of jealous niggas lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker (Woo)\n  God bless, oh, yes, I stay fresh\n  Full of finesse, my congress show progress\n  Stylish, hit you with the shit to digest\n  In this rhyme shit, we be some of the world's finest (Uh)\n  Your Highness, leavin' corny niggas spineless\n  Attack it with the classic rhyme, flow timeless (Haha)\n\n  There's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, c'mon, ha)\n  'Cause we can do it in the mix (Ha, uh-huh)\n  So when you niggas talk trash (What? Ha), you will get a bust ass (What? Give it to me, yo, right)\n  'Cause you know we don't fuck around (Ha, ha, give it to me, yo)\n  When you niggas talk shit (Ooh), lay you six feet under the ground (Give it to me, yo)\n  Ground, ground, ground, ground (Lay you down, nigga, lay you down nigga, c'mon)\n  When you niggas talk shit (Ha), lay you six feet under the ground (Ha, ha)\n  Ground, ground, ground, ground (Ha, ha, ha, ha)\n\n  This is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side\n  It's party time, and don't forget get yours, 'cause I'ma get mine\n  (Who that?) 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Get up\n  Violate niggas, get they whole shit lit up\n  Break fool, niggas know the rules, rob jewels\n  Champagne bath, throw the Moët in the pool\n  Nigga caught a motherfuckin' strain on the brain\n  Ridin' on the train, I'ma whip a Benz in the rain\n  Oversized click on the rise, so realise\n  We be them niggas that dead up all you funny little small fries\n  The franchise\n  Flipmode damagin' all of you fall guys\n  Yo, I'm tired of niggas, they full of true lies\n  No time, we got the right surprise\n  Need a new beginnin', need to get a baptise, ha, ha\n  You need to get a baptise, word is bond, ayo\n\n  There's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, hoo)\n  'Cause we can do it in the mix (Heh, what?)\n  So when you niggas talk trash (What? 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(Uh-huh)\nI got this side right here (Uh, uh)\nCheck this out right there (Yeah, where ya at, y'all niggas?)\nCan't do this\nBus-a-Bus (Me, Mally G)\nC'mon, aight? (Bus-a-Bus, here we go)\nC'mon (Here we go), stayin' street (Here we go)\n\nPause, little 'Mal with the dirty dog, raw rap job\nIf you ain't wit' it, bite crotch 'til it break your jaw (Jaw)\nFor tryin' to knock us. Tryin' to kill or stop us, jack our propers\nBus-a-Bus, they fakin', the cake is for the takin'\nWhile they runnin' they face (Uh-huh), I'm lettin' the plan bake\nFormulate, now look at the plot, we got\nMore and more shit that's hot, sho' to rock the spot\nClock or knot, nigga, the whole pot\nReady or not, we comin', snatchin' every comer\nWitcha ho in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a motherfucker\nYou can be my lady (Haha), you could even be my lollipop sucker (Yeah)\nThe raw dawg, baby, comin' like the mad trucker\nLot of jealous niggas lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker (Woo)\nGod bless, oh, yes, I stay fresh\nFull of finesse, my congress show progress\nStylish, hit you with the shit to digest\nIn this rhyme shit, we be some of the world's finest (Uh)\nYour Highness, leavin' corny niggas spineless\nAttack it with the classic rhyme, flow timeless (Haha)\n\nThere's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, c'mon, ha)\n'Cause we can do it in the mix (Ha, uh-huh)\nSo when you niggas talk trash (What? Ha), you will get a bust ass (What? Give it to me, yo, right)\n'Cause you know we don't fuck around (Ha, ha, give it to me, yo)\nWhen you niggas talk shit (Ooh), lay you six feet under the ground (Give it to me, yo)\nGround, ground, ground, ground (Lay you down, nigga, lay you down nigga, c'mon)\nWhen you niggas talk shit (Ha), lay you six feet under the ground (Ha, ha)\nGround, ground, ground, ground (Ha, ha, ha, ha)\n\nThis is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side\nIt's party time, and don't forget get yours, 'cause I'ma get mine\n(Who that?) The villain 'til I'm peelin' a million\nRidin' dirty and bustin' like thirty-thirty (Uh-huh), 'til a nigga end\nKnowin' that the shit is fucked I'm still here to win (What?)\nCheddar (Uh), if you ain't about it then I think you better\nHang the little plot you got, don't sweat it, mayne\nMy nigga, my life's uncut like Kane, real raw\nY'all don't know shit about Jamal or what I'm in it for (For)\nCash, cars, fly whores and tours (Uh-huh)\nFillin' my pipe, with no mess and no limits\nThem other ones scrimpin', has the tent froze frigid (Ah)\nFraud as a gimmick, dick lickin', chasin' chickens\nI mash for the cash with the click and (Uh-huh)\nRip a show then I'm dippin' in the whip and high trippin' (Trippin')\nWhile y'all niggas (Yeah) hoppin' and skippin', I stick the clip in, yo\nAccelerate on the gas, move fast\nBlast, find a nigga foot in your ass\nColorful nigga, just peep the whole contrast\nFlipmode is the squad, the news flash\nBust your shit up, what the fuck, nigga? Get up\nViolate niggas, get they whole shit lit up\nBreak fool, niggas know the rules, rob jewels\nChampagne bath, throw the Moët in the pool\nNigga caught a motherfuckin' strain on the brain\nRidin' on the train, I'ma whip a Benz in the rain\nOversized click on the rise, so realise\nWe be them niggas that dead up all you funny little small fries\nThe franchise\nFlipmode damagin' all of you fall guys\nYo, I'm tired of niggas, they full of true lies\nNo time, we got the right surprise\nNeed a new beginnin', need to get a baptise, ha, ha\nYou need to get a baptise, word is bond, ayo\n\nThere's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, hoo)\n'Cause we can do it in the mix (Heh, what?)\nSo when you niggas talk trash (What? 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(Uh-huh)\n[00:05.51] I got this side right here (Uh, uh)\n[00:07.83] Check this out right there (Yeah, where ya at, y'all niggas?)\n[00:10.27] Can't do this\n[00:12.23] Bus-a-Bus (Me, Mally G)\n[00:13.79] C'mon, aight? (Bus-a-Bus, here we go)\n[00:16.12] C'mon (Here we go), stayin' street (Here we go)\n\n[00:20.81] Pause, little 'Mal with the dirty dog, raw rap job\n[00:23.97] If you ain't wit' it, bite crotch 'til it break your jaw (Jaw)\n[00:26.43] For tryin' to knock us. Tryin' to kill or stop us, jack our propers\n[00:30.19] Bus-a-Bus, they fakin', the cake is for the takin'\n[00:32.64] While they runnin' they face (Uh-huh), I'm lettin' the plan bake\n[00:35.17] Formulate, now look at the plot, we got\n[00:37.28] More and more shit that's hot, sho' to rock the spot\n[00:40.00] Clock or knot, nigga, the whole pot\n[00:41.96] Ready or not, we comin', snatchin' every comer\n[00:44.36] Witcha ho in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a motherfucker\n[00:46.83] You can be my lady (Haha), you could even be my lollipop sucker (Yeah)\n[00:49.39] The raw dawg, baby, comin' like the mad trucker\n[00:51.53] Lot of jealous niggas lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker (Woo)\n[00:54.08] God bless, oh, yes, I stay fresh\n[00:56.04] Full of finesse, my congress show progress\n[00:58.35] Stylish, hit you with the shit to digest\n[01:00.64] In this rhyme shit, we be some of the world's finest (Uh)\n[01:03.12] Your Highness, leavin' corny niggas spineless\n[01:05.36] Attack it with the classic rhyme, flow timeless (Haha)\n\n[01:07.84] There's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, c'mon, ha)\n[01:10.17] 'Cause we can do it in the mix (Ha, uh-huh)\n[01:12.48] So when you niggas talk trash (What? Ha), you will get a bust ass (What? Give it to me, yo, right)\n[01:14.84] 'Cause you know we don't fuck around (Ha, ha, give it to me, yo)\n[01:16.94] When you niggas talk shit (Ooh), lay you six feet under the ground (Give it to me, yo)\n[01:20.17] Ground, ground, ground, ground (Lay you down, nigga, lay you down nigga, c'mon)\n[01:21.94] When you niggas talk shit (Ha), lay you six feet under the ground (Ha, ha)\n[01:24.56] Ground, ground, ground, ground (Ha, ha, ha, ha)\n\n[01:26.21] This is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side\n[01:28.69] It's party time, and don't forget get yours, 'cause I'ma get mine\n[01:31.21] (Who that?) 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Get up\n[02:15.68] Violate niggas, get they whole shit lit up\n[02:18.09] Break fool, niggas know the rules, rob jewels\n[02:20.37] Champagne bath, throw the Moët in the pool\n[02:22.76] Nigga caught a motherfuckin' strain on the brain\n[02:25.04] Ridin' on the train, I'ma whip a Benz in the rain\n[02:27.32] Oversized click on the rise, so realise\n[02:29.65] We be them niggas that dead up all you funny little small fries\n[02:32.41] The franchise\n[02:33.28] Flipmode damagin' all of you fall guys\n[02:35.58] Yo, I'm tired of niggas, they full of true lies\n[02:37.93] No time, we got the right surprise\n[02:40.29] Need a new beginnin', need to get a baptise, ha, ha\n[02:43.49] You need to get a baptise, word is bond, ayo\n\n[02:46.29] There's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, hoo)\n[02:48.48] 'Cause we can do it in the mix (Heh, what?)\n[02:50.85] So when you niggas talk trash (What? 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(Uh-huh)\n  I got this side right here (Uh, uh)\n  Check this out right there (Yeah, where ya at, y'all niggas?)\n  Can't do this\n  Bus-a-Bus (Me, Mally G)\n  C'mon, aight? (Bus-a-Bus, here we go)\n  C'mon (Here we go), stayin' street (Here we go)\n\n  Pause, little 'Mal with the dirty dog, raw rap job\n  If you ain't wit' it, bite crotch 'til it break your jaw (Jaw)\n  For tryin' to knock us. Tryin' to kill or stop us, jack our propers\n  Bus-a-Bus, they fakin', the cake is for the takin'\n  While they runnin' they face (Uh-huh), I'm lettin' the plan bake\n  Formulate, now look at the plot, we got\n  More and more shit that's hot, sho' to rock the spot\n  Clock or knot, nigga, the whole pot\n  Ready or not, we comin', snatchin' every comer\n  Witcha ho in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a motherfucker\n  You can be my lady (Haha), you could even be my lollipop sucker (Yeah)\n  The raw dawg, baby, comin' like the mad trucker\n  Lot of jealous niggas lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker (Woo)\n  God bless, oh, yes, I stay fresh\n  Full of finesse, my congress show progress\n  Stylish, hit you with the shit to digest\n  In this rhyme shit, we be some of the world's finest (Uh)\n  Your Highness, leavin' corny niggas spineless\n  Attack it with the classic rhyme, flow timeless (Haha)\n\n  There's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, c'mon, ha)\n  'Cause we can do it in the mix (Ha, uh-huh)\n  So when you niggas talk trash (What? Ha), you will get a bust ass (What? Give it to me, yo, right)\n  'Cause you know we don't fuck around (Ha, ha, give it to me, yo)\n  When you niggas talk shit (Ooh), lay you six feet under the ground (Give it to me, yo)\n  Ground, ground, ground, ground (Lay you down, nigga, lay you down nigga, c'mon)\n  When you niggas talk shit (Ha), lay you six feet under the ground (Ha, ha)\n  Ground, ground, ground, ground (Ha, ha, ha, ha)\n\n  This is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side\n  It's party time, and don't forget get yours, 'cause I'ma get mine\n  (Who that?) 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The villain 'til I'm peelin' a million\nRidin' dirty and bustin' like thirty-thirty (Uh-huh), 'til a nigga end\nKnowin' that the shit is fucked I'm still here to win (What?)\nCheddar (Uh), if you ain't about it then I think you better\nHang the little plot you got, don't sweat it, mayne\nMy nigga, my life's uncut like Kane, real raw\nY'all don't know shit about Jamal or what I'm in it for (For)\nCash, cars, fly whores and tours (Uh-huh)\nFillin' my pipe, with no mess and no limits\nThem other ones scrimpin', has the tent froze frigid (Ah)\nFraud as a gimmick, dick lickin', chasin' chickens\nI mash for the cash with the click and (Uh-huh)\nRip a show then I'm dippin' in the whip and high trippin' (Trippin')\nWhile y'all niggas (Yeah) hoppin' and skippin', I stick the clip in, yo\nAccelerate on the gas, move fast\nBlast, find a nigga foot in your ass\nColorful nigga, just peep the whole contrast\nFlipmode is the squad, the news flash\nBust your shit up, what the fuck, nigga? Get up\nViolate niggas, get they whole shit lit up\nBreak fool, niggas know the rules, rob jewels\nChampagne bath, throw the Moët in the pool\nNigga caught a motherfuckin' strain on the brain\nRidin' on the train, I'ma whip a Benz in the rain\nOversized click on the rise, so realise\nWe be them niggas that dead up all you funny little small fries\nThe franchise\nFlipmode damagin' all of you fall guys\nYo, I'm tired of niggas, they full of true lies\nNo time, we got the right surprise\nNeed a new beginnin', need to get a baptise, ha, ha\nYou need to get a baptise, word is bond, ayo\n\nThere's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, hoo)\n'Cause we can do it in the mix (Heh, what?)\nSo when you niggas talk trash (What? 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(Uh-huh)\n[00:05.51] I got this side right here (Uh, uh)\n[00:07.83] Check this out right there (Yeah, where ya at, y'all niggas?)\n[00:10.27] Can't do this\n[00:12.23] Bus-a-Bus (Me, Mally G)\n[00:13.79] C'mon, aight? (Bus-a-Bus, here we go)\n[00:16.12] C'mon (Here we go), stayin' street (Here we go)\n\n[00:20.81] Pause, little 'Mal with the dirty dog, raw rap job\n[00:23.97] If you ain't wit' it, bite crotch 'til it break your jaw (Jaw)\n[00:26.43] For tryin' to knock us. 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Ha), you will get a bust ass (What? Give it to me, yo, right)\n'Cause you know we don't fuck around (Ha, ha, give it to me, yo)\nWhen you niggas talk shit (Ooh), lay you six feet under the ground (Give it to me, yo)\nGround, ground, ground, ground (Lay you down, nigga, lay you down nigga, c'mon)\nWhen you niggas talk shit (Ha), lay you six feet under the ground (Ha, ha)\nGround, ground, ground, ground (Ha, ha, ha, ha)\n\nThis is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side\nIt's party time, and don't forget get yours, 'cause I'ma get mine\n(Who that?) 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Get up\nViolate niggas, get they whole shit lit up\nBreak fool, niggas know the rules, rob jewels\nChampagne bath, throw the Moët in the pool\nNigga caught a motherfuckin' strain on the brain\nRidin' on the train, I'ma whip a Benz in the rain\nOversized click on the rise, so realise\nWe be them niggas that dead up all you funny little small fries\nThe franchise\nFlipmode damagin' all of you fall guys\nYo, I'm tired of niggas, they full of true lies\nNo time, we got the right surprise\nNeed a new beginnin', need to get a baptise, ha, ha\nYou need to get a baptise, word is bond, ayo\n\nThere's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, hoo)\n'Cause we can do it in the mix (Heh, what?)\nSo when you niggas talk trash (What? 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(Uh-huh)\n  I got this side right here (Uh, uh)\n  Check this out right there (Yeah, where ya at, y'all niggas?)\n  Can't do this\n  Bus-a-Bus (Me, Mally G)\n  C'mon, aight? (Bus-a-Bus, here we go)\n  C'mon (Here we go), stayin' street (Here we go)\n\n  Pause, little 'Mal with the dirty dog, raw rap job\n  If you ain't wit' it, bite crotch 'til it break your jaw (Jaw)\n  For tryin' to knock us. Tryin' to kill or stop us, jack our propers\n  Bus-a-Bus, they fakin', the cake is for the takin'\n  While they runnin' they face (Uh-huh), I'm lettin' the plan bake\n  Formulate, now look at the plot, we got\n  More and more shit that's hot, sho' to rock the spot\n  Clock or knot, nigga, the whole pot\n  Ready or not, we comin', snatchin' every comer\n  Witcha ho in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a motherfucker\n  You can be my lady (Haha), you could even be my lollipop sucker (Yeah)\n  The raw dawg, baby, comin' like the mad trucker\n  Lot of jealous niggas lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker (Woo)\n  God bless, oh, yes, I stay fresh\n  Full of finesse, my congress show progress\n  Stylish, hit you with the shit to digest\n  In this rhyme shit, we be some of the world's finest (Uh)\n  Your Highness, leavin' corny niggas spineless\n  Attack it with the classic rhyme, flow timeless (Haha)\n\n  There's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, c'mon, ha)\n  'Cause we can do it in the mix (Ha, uh-huh)\n  So when you niggas talk trash (What? Ha), you will get a bust ass (What? Give it to me, yo, right)\n  'Cause you know we don't fuck around (Ha, ha, give it to me, yo)\n  When you niggas talk shit (Ooh), lay you six feet under the ground (Give it to me, yo)\n  Ground, ground, ground, ground (Lay you down, nigga, lay you down nigga, c'mon)\n  When you niggas talk shit (Ha), lay you six feet under the ground (Ha, ha)\n  Ground, ground, ground, ground (Ha, ha, ha, ha)\n\n  This is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side\n  It's party time, and don't forget get yours, 'cause I'ma get mine\n  (Who that?) 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Get up\n  Violate niggas, get they whole shit lit up\n  Break fool, niggas know the rules, rob jewels\n  Champagne bath, throw the Moët in the pool\n  Nigga caught a motherfuckin' strain on the brain\n  Ridin' on the train, I'ma whip a Benz in the rain\n  Oversized click on the rise, so realise\n  We be them niggas that dead up all you funny little small fries\n  The franchise\n  Flipmode damagin' all of you fall guys\n  Yo, I'm tired of niggas, they full of true lies\n  No time, we got the right surprise\n  Need a new beginnin', need to get a baptise, ha, ha\n  You need to get a baptise, word is bond, ayo\n\n  There's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, hoo)\n  'Cause we can do it in the mix (Heh, what?)\n  So when you niggas talk trash (What? 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(Uh-huh)\nI got this side right here (Uh, uh)\nCheck this out right there (Yeah, where ya at, y'all niggas?)\nCan't do this\nBus-a-Bus (Me, Mally G)\nC'mon, aight? (Bus-a-Bus, here we go)\nC'mon (Here we go), stayin' street (Here we go)\n\nPause, little 'Mal with the dirty dog, raw rap job\nIf you ain't wit' it, bite crotch 'til it break your jaw (Jaw)\nFor tryin' to knock us. Tryin' to kill or stop us, jack our propers\nBus-a-Bus, they fakin', the cake is for the takin'\nWhile they runnin' they face (Uh-huh), I'm lettin' the plan bake\nFormulate, now look at the plot, we got\nMore and more shit that's hot, sho' to rock the spot\nClock or knot, nigga, the whole pot\nReady or not, we comin', snatchin' every comer\nWitcha ho in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a motherfucker\nYou can be my lady (Haha), you could even be my lollipop sucker (Yeah)\nThe raw dawg, baby, comin' like the mad trucker\nLot of jealous niggas lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker (Woo)\nGod bless, oh, yes, I stay fresh\nFull of finesse, my congress show progress\nStylish, hit you with the shit to digest\nIn this rhyme shit, we be some of the world's finest (Uh)\nYour Highness, leavin' corny niggas spineless\nAttack it with the classic rhyme, flow timeless (Haha)\n\nThere's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, c'mon, ha)\n'Cause we can do it in the mix (Ha, uh-huh)\nSo when you niggas talk trash (What? Ha), you will get a bust ass (What? Give it to me, yo, right)\n'Cause you know we don't fuck around (Ha, ha, give it to me, yo)\nWhen you niggas talk shit (Ooh), lay you six feet under the ground (Give it to me, yo)\nGround, ground, ground, ground (Lay you down, nigga, lay you down nigga, c'mon)\nWhen you niggas talk shit (Ha), lay you six feet under the ground (Ha, ha)\nGround, ground, ground, ground (Ha, ha, ha, ha)\n\nThis is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side\nIt's party time, and don't forget get yours, 'cause I'ma get mine\n(Who that?) The villain 'til I'm peelin' a million\nRidin' dirty and bustin' like thirty-thirty (Uh-huh), 'til a nigga end\nKnowin' that the shit is fucked I'm still here to win (What?)\nCheddar (Uh), if you ain't about it then I think you better\nHang the little plot you got, don't sweat it, mayne\nMy nigga, my life's uncut like Kane, real raw\nY'all don't know shit about Jamal or what I'm in it for (For)\nCash, cars, fly whores and tours (Uh-huh)\nFillin' my pipe, with no mess and no limits\nThem other ones scrimpin', has the tent froze frigid (Ah)\nFraud as a gimmick, dick lickin', chasin' chickens\nI mash for the cash with the click and (Uh-huh)\nRip a show then I'm dippin' in the whip and high trippin' (Trippin')\nWhile y'all niggas (Yeah) hoppin' and skippin', I stick the clip in, yo\nAccelerate on the gas, move fast\nBlast, find a nigga foot in your ass\nColorful nigga, just peep the whole contrast\nFlipmode is the squad, the news flash\nBust your shit up, what the fuck, nigga? Get up\nViolate niggas, get they whole shit lit up\nBreak fool, niggas know the rules, rob jewels\nChampagne bath, throw the Moët in the pool\nNigga caught a motherfuckin' strain on the brain\nRidin' on the train, I'ma whip a Benz in the rain\nOversized click on the rise, so realise\nWe be them niggas that dead up all you funny little small fries\nThe franchise\nFlipmode damagin' all of you fall guys\nYo, I'm tired of niggas, they full of true lies\nNo time, we got the right surprise\nNeed a new beginnin', need to get a baptise, ha, ha\nYou need to get a baptise, word is bond, ayo\n\nThere's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, hoo)\n'Cause we can do it in the mix (Heh, what?)\nSo when you niggas talk trash (What? 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(Uh-huh)\n[00:05.51] I got this side right here (Uh, uh)\n[00:07.83] Check this out right there (Yeah, where ya at, y'all niggas?)\n[00:10.27] Can't do this\n[00:12.23] Bus-a-Bus (Me, Mally G)\n[00:13.79] C'mon, aight? (Bus-a-Bus, here we go)\n[00:16.12] C'mon (Here we go), stayin' street (Here we go)\n\n[00:20.81] Pause, little 'Mal with the dirty dog, raw rap job\n[00:23.97] If you ain't wit' it, bite crotch 'til it break your jaw (Jaw)\n[00:26.43] For tryin' to knock us. 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(Uh-huh)\n  I got this side right here (Uh, uh)\n  Check this out right there (Yeah, where ya at, y'all niggas?)\n  Can't do this\n  Bus-a-Bus (Me, Mally G)\n  C'mon, aight? (Bus-a-Bus, here we go)\n  C'mon (Here we go), stayin' street (Here we go)\n\n  Pause, little 'Mal with the dirty dog, raw rap job\n  If you ain't wit' it, bite crotch 'til it break your jaw (Jaw)\n  For tryin' to knock us. Tryin' to kill or stop us, jack our propers\n  Bus-a-Bus, they fakin', the cake is for the takin'\n  While they runnin' they face (Uh-huh), I'm lettin' the plan bake\n  Formulate, now look at the plot, we got\n  More and more shit that's hot, sho' to rock the spot\n  Clock or knot, nigga, the whole pot\n  Ready or not, we comin', snatchin' every comer\n  Witcha ho in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a motherfucker\n  You can be my lady (Haha), you could even be my lollipop sucker (Yeah)\n  The raw dawg, baby, comin' like the mad trucker\n  Lot of jealous niggas lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker (Woo)\n  God bless, oh, yes, I stay fresh\n  Full of finesse, my congress show progress\n  Stylish, hit you with the shit to digest\n  In this rhyme shit, we be some of the world's finest (Uh)\n  Your Highness, leavin' corny niggas spineless\n  Attack it with the classic rhyme, flow timeless (Haha)\n\n  There's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, c'mon, ha)\n  'Cause we can do it in the mix (Ha, uh-huh)\n  So when you niggas talk trash (What? 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Get up\n  Violate niggas, get they whole shit lit up\n  Break fool, niggas know the rules, rob jewels\n  Champagne bath, throw the Moët in the pool\n  Nigga caught a motherfuckin' strain on the brain\n  Ridin' on the train, I'ma whip a Benz in the rain\n  Oversized click on the rise, so realise\n  We be them niggas that dead up all you funny little small fries\n  The franchise\n  Flipmode damagin' all of you fall guys\n  Yo, I'm tired of niggas, they full of true lies\n  No time, we got the right surprise\n  Need a new beginnin', need to get a baptise, ha, ha\n  You need to get a baptise, word is bond, ayo\n\n  There's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, hoo)\n  'Cause we can do it in the mix (Heh, what?)\n  So when you niggas talk trash (What? 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(Uh-huh)\nI got this side right here (Uh, uh)\nCheck this out right there (Yeah, where ya at, y'all niggas?)\nCan't do this\nBus-a-Bus (Me, Mally G)\nC'mon, aight? (Bus-a-Bus, here we go)\nC'mon (Here we go), stayin' street (Here we go)\n\nPause, little 'Mal with the dirty dog, raw rap job\nIf you ain't wit' it, bite crotch 'til it break your jaw (Jaw)\nFor tryin' to knock us. Tryin' to kill or stop us, jack our propers\nBus-a-Bus, they fakin', the cake is for the takin'\nWhile they runnin' they face (Uh-huh), I'm lettin' the plan bake\nFormulate, now look at the plot, we got\nMore and more shit that's hot, sho' to rock the spot\nClock or knot, nigga, the whole pot\nReady or not, we comin', snatchin' every comer\nWitcha ho in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a motherfucker\nYou can be my lady (Haha), you could even be my lollipop sucker (Yeah)\nThe raw dawg, baby, comin' like the mad trucker\nLot of jealous niggas lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker (Woo)\nGod bless, oh, yes, I stay fresh\nFull of finesse, my congress show progress\nStylish, hit you with the shit to digest\nIn this rhyme shit, we be some of the world's finest (Uh)\nYour Highness, leavin' corny niggas spineless\nAttack it with the classic rhyme, flow timeless (Haha)\n\nThere's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, c'mon, ha)\n'Cause we can do it in the mix (Ha, uh-huh)\nSo when you niggas talk trash (What? 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Tryin' to kill or stop us, jack our propers\n[00:30.19] Bus-a-Bus, they fakin', the cake is for the takin'\n[00:32.64] While they runnin' they face (Uh-huh), I'm lettin' the plan bake\n[00:35.17] Formulate, now look at the plot, we got\n[00:37.28] More and more shit that's hot, sho' to rock the spot\n[00:40.00] Clock or knot, nigga, the whole pot\n[00:41.96] Ready or not, we comin', snatchin' every comer\n[00:44.36] Witcha ho in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a motherfucker\n[00:46.83] You can be my lady (Haha), you could even be my lollipop sucker (Yeah)\n[00:49.39] The raw dawg, baby, comin' like the mad trucker\n[00:51.53] Lot of jealous niggas lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker (Woo)\n[00:54.08] God bless, oh, yes, I stay fresh\n[00:56.04] Full of finesse, my congress show progress\n[00:58.35] Stylish, hit you with the shit to digest\n[01:00.64] In this rhyme shit, we be some of the world's finest (Uh)\n[01:03.12] Your Highness, leavin' corny niggas spineless\n[01:05.36] Attack it with the classic rhyme, flow timeless (Haha)\n\n[01:07.84] There's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, c'mon, ha)\n[01:10.17] 'Cause we can do it in the mix (Ha, uh-huh)\n[01:12.48] So when you niggas talk trash (What? Ha), you will get a bust ass (What? Give it to me, yo, right)\n[01:14.84] 'Cause you know we don't fuck around (Ha, ha, give it to me, yo)\n[01:16.94] When you niggas talk shit (Ooh), lay you six feet under the ground (Give it to me, yo)\n[01:20.17] Ground, ground, ground, ground (Lay you down, nigga, lay you down nigga, c'mon)\n[01:21.94] When you niggas talk shit (Ha), lay you six feet under the ground (Ha, ha)\n[01:24.56] Ground, ground, ground, ground (Ha, ha, ha, ha)\n\n[01:26.21] This is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side\n[01:28.69] It's party time, and don't forget get yours, 'cause I'ma get mine\n[01:31.21] (Who that?) The villain 'til I'm peelin' a million\n[01:33.44] Ridin' dirty and bustin' like thirty-thirty (Uh-huh), 'til a nigga end\n[01:36.28] Knowin' that the shit is fucked I'm still here to win (What?)\n[01:38.24] Cheddar (Uh), if you ain't about it then I think you better\n[01:40.68] Hang the little plot you got, don't sweat it, mayne\n[01:43.00] My nigga, my life's uncut like Kane, real raw\n[01:45.12] Y'all don't know shit about Jamal or what I'm in it for (For)\n[01:47.73] Cash, cars, fly whores and tours (Uh-huh)\n[01:49.93] Fillin' my pipe, with no mess and no limits\n[01:52.29] Them other ones scrimpin', has the tent froze frigid (Ah)\n[01:53.60] Fraud as a gimmick, dick lickin', chasin' chickens\n[01:56.97] I mash for the cash with the click and (Uh-huh)\n[01:59.16] Rip a show then I'm dippin' in the whip and high trippin' (Trippin')\n[02:01.37] While y'all niggas (Yeah) hoppin' and skippin', I stick the clip in, yo\n[02:04.29] Accelerate on the gas, move fast\n[02:06.37] Blast, find a nigga foot in your ass\n[02:08.69] Colorful nigga, just peep the whole contrast\n[02:11.04] Flipmode is the squad, the news flash\n[02:13.37] Bust your shit up, what the fuck, nigga? Get up\n[02:15.68] Violate niggas, get they whole shit lit up\n[02:18.09] Break fool, niggas know the rules, rob jewels\n[02:20.37] Champagne bath, throw the Moët in the pool\n[02:22.76] Nigga caught a motherfuckin' strain on the brain\n[02:25.04] Ridin' on the train, I'ma whip a Benz in the rain\n[02:27.32] Oversized click on the rise, so realise\n[02:29.65] We be them niggas that dead up all you funny little small fries\n[02:32.41] The franchise\n[02:33.28] Flipmode damagin' all of you fall guys\n[02:35.58] Yo, I'm tired of niggas, they full of true lies\n[02:37.93] No time, we got the right surprise\n[02:40.29] Need a new beginnin', need to get a baptise, ha, ha\n[02:43.49] You need to get a baptise, word is bond, ayo\n\n[02:46.29] There's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, hoo)\n[02:48.48] 'Cause we can do it in the mix (Heh, what?)\n[02:50.85] So when you niggas talk trash (What? 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(Uh-huh)\n  I got this side right here (Uh, uh)\n  Check this out right there (Yeah, where ya at, y'all niggas?)\n  Can't do this\n  Bus-a-Bus (Me, Mally G)\n  C'mon, aight? (Bus-a-Bus, here we go)\n  C'mon (Here we go), stayin' street (Here we go)\n\n  Pause, little 'Mal with the dirty dog, raw rap job\n  If you ain't wit' it, bite crotch 'til it break your jaw (Jaw)\n  For tryin' to knock us. Tryin' to kill or stop us, jack our propers\n  Bus-a-Bus, they fakin', the cake is for the takin'\n  While they runnin' they face (Uh-huh), I'm lettin' the plan bake\n  Formulate, now look at the plot, we got\n  More and more shit that's hot, sho' to rock the spot\n  Clock or knot, nigga, the whole pot\n  Ready or not, we comin', snatchin' every comer\n  Witcha ho in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a motherfucker\n  You can be my lady (Haha), you could even be my lollipop sucker (Yeah)\n  The raw dawg, baby, comin' like the mad trucker\n  Lot of jealous niggas lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker (Woo)\n  God bless, oh, yes, I stay fresh\n  Full of finesse, my congress show progress\n  Stylish, hit you with the shit to digest\n  In this rhyme shit, we be some of the world's finest (Uh)\n  Your Highness, leavin' corny niggas spineless\n  Attack it with the classic rhyme, flow timeless (Haha)\n\n  There's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, c'mon, ha)\n  'Cause we can do it in the mix (Ha, uh-huh)\n  So when you niggas talk trash (What? Ha), you will get a bust ass (What? Give it to me, yo, right)\n  'Cause you know we don't fuck around (Ha, ha, give it to me, yo)\n  When you niggas talk shit (Ooh), lay you six feet under the ground (Give it to me, yo)\n  Ground, ground, ground, ground (Lay you down, nigga, lay you down nigga, c'mon)\n  When you niggas talk shit (Ha), lay you six feet under the ground (Ha, ha)\n  Ground, ground, ground, ground (Ha, ha, ha, ha)\n\n  This is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side\n  It's party time, and don't forget get yours, 'cause I'ma get mine\n  (Who that?) 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Get up\n  Violate niggas, get they whole shit lit up\n  Break fool, niggas know the rules, rob jewels\n  Champagne bath, throw the Moët in the pool\n  Nigga caught a motherfuckin' strain on the brain\n  Ridin' on the train, I'ma whip a Benz in the rain\n  Oversized click on the rise, so realise\n  We be them niggas that dead up all you funny little small fries\n  The franchise\n  Flipmode damagin' all of you fall guys\n  Yo, I'm tired of niggas, they full of true lies\n  No time, we got the right surprise\n  Need a new beginnin', need to get a baptise, ha, ha\n  You need to get a baptise, word is bond, ayo\n\n  There's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, hoo)\n  'Cause we can do it in the mix (Heh, what?)\n  So when you niggas talk trash (What? 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(Uh-huh)\nI got this side right here (Uh, uh)\nCheck this out right there (Yeah, where ya at, y'all niggas?)\nCan't do this\nBus-a-Bus (Me, Mally G)\nC'mon, aight? (Bus-a-Bus, here we go)\nC'mon (Here we go), stayin' street (Here we go)\n\nPause, little 'Mal with the dirty dog, raw rap job\nIf you ain't wit' it, bite crotch 'til it break your jaw (Jaw)\nFor tryin' to knock us. Tryin' to kill or stop us, jack our propers\nBus-a-Bus, they fakin', the cake is for the takin'\nWhile they runnin' they face (Uh-huh), I'm lettin' the plan bake\nFormulate, now look at the plot, we got\nMore and more shit that's hot, sho' to rock the spot\nClock or knot, nigga, the whole pot\nReady or not, we comin', snatchin' every comer\nWitcha ho in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a motherfucker\nYou can be my lady (Haha), you could even be my lollipop sucker (Yeah)\nThe raw dawg, baby, comin' like the mad trucker\nLot of jealous niggas lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker (Woo)\nGod bless, oh, yes, I stay fresh\nFull of finesse, my congress show progress\nStylish, hit you with the shit to digest\nIn this rhyme shit, we be some of the world's finest (Uh)\nYour Highness, leavin' corny niggas spineless\nAttack it with the classic rhyme, flow timeless (Haha)\n\nThere's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, c'mon, ha)\n'Cause we can do it in the mix (Ha, uh-huh)\nSo when you niggas talk trash (What? Ha), you will get a bust ass (What? Give it to me, yo, right)\n'Cause you know we don't fuck around (Ha, ha, give it to me, yo)\nWhen you niggas talk shit (Ooh), lay you six feet under the ground (Give it to me, yo)\nGround, ground, ground, ground (Lay you down, nigga, lay you down nigga, c'mon)\nWhen you niggas talk shit (Ha), lay you six feet under the ground (Ha, ha)\nGround, ground, ground, ground (Ha, ha, ha, ha)\n\nThis is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side\nIt's party time, and don't forget get yours, 'cause I'ma get mine\n(Who that?) The villain 'til I'm peelin' a million\nRidin' dirty and bustin' like thirty-thirty (Uh-huh), 'til a nigga end\nKnowin' that the shit is fucked I'm still here to win (What?)\nCheddar (Uh), if you ain't about it then I think you better\nHang the little plot you got, don't sweat it, mayne\nMy nigga, my life's uncut like Kane, real raw\nY'all don't know shit about Jamal or what I'm in it for (For)\nCash, cars, fly whores and tours (Uh-huh)\nFillin' my pipe, with no mess and no limits\nThem other ones scrimpin', has the tent froze frigid (Ah)\nFraud as a gimmick, dick lickin', chasin' chickens\nI mash for the cash with the click and (Uh-huh)\nRip a show then I'm dippin' in the whip and high trippin' (Trippin')\nWhile y'all niggas (Yeah) hoppin' and skippin', I stick the clip in, yo\nAccelerate on the gas, move fast\nBlast, find a nigga foot in your ass\nColorful nigga, just peep the whole contrast\nFlipmode is the squad, the news flash\nBust your shit up, what the fuck, nigga? Get up\nViolate niggas, get they whole shit lit up\nBreak fool, niggas know the rules, rob jewels\nChampagne bath, throw the Moët in the pool\nNigga caught a motherfuckin' strain on the brain\nRidin' on the train, I'ma whip a Benz in the rain\nOversized click on the rise, so realise\nWe be them niggas that dead up all you funny little small fries\nThe franchise\nFlipmode damagin' all of you fall guys\nYo, I'm tired of niggas, they full of true lies\nNo time, we got the right surprise\nNeed a new beginnin', need to get a baptise, ha, ha\nYou need to get a baptise, word is bond, ayo\n\nThere's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, hoo)\n'Cause we can do it in the mix (Heh, what?)\nSo when you niggas talk trash (What? 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(Uh-huh)\n[00:05.51] I got this side right here (Uh, uh)\n[00:07.83] Check this out right there (Yeah, where ya at, y'all niggas?)\n[00:10.27] Can't do this\n[00:12.23] Bus-a-Bus (Me, Mally G)\n[00:13.79] C'mon, aight? (Bus-a-Bus, here we go)\n[00:16.12] C'mon (Here we go), stayin' street (Here we go)\n\n[00:20.81] Pause, little 'Mal with the dirty dog, raw rap job\n[00:23.97] If you ain't wit' it, bite crotch 'til it break your jaw (Jaw)\n[00:26.43] For tryin' to knock us. Tryin' to kill or stop us, jack our propers\n[00:30.19] Bus-a-Bus, they fakin', the cake is for the takin'\n[00:32.64] While they runnin' they face (Uh-huh), I'm lettin' the plan bake\n[00:35.17] Formulate, now look at the plot, we got\n[00:37.28] More and more shit that's hot, sho' to rock the spot\n[00:40.00] Clock or knot, nigga, the whole pot\n[00:41.96] Ready or not, we comin', snatchin' every comer\n[00:44.36] Witcha ho in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a motherfucker\n[00:46.83] You can be my lady (Haha), you could even be my lollipop sucker (Yeah)\n[00:49.39] The raw dawg, baby, comin' like the mad trucker\n[00:51.53] Lot of jealous niggas lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker (Woo)\n[00:54.08] God bless, oh, yes, I stay fresh\n[00:56.04] Full of finesse, my congress show progress\n[00:58.35] Stylish, hit you with the shit to digest\n[01:00.64] In this rhyme shit, we be some of the world's finest (Uh)\n[01:03.12] Your Highness, leavin' corny niggas spineless\n[01:05.36] Attack it with the classic rhyme, flow timeless (Haha)\n\n[01:07.84] There's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, c'mon, ha)\n[01:10.17] 'Cause we can do it in the mix (Ha, uh-huh)\n[01:12.48] So when you niggas talk trash (What? Ha), you will get a bust ass (What? Give it to me, yo, right)\n[01:14.84] 'Cause you know we don't fuck around (Ha, ha, give it to me, yo)\n[01:16.94] When you niggas talk shit (Ooh), lay you six feet under the ground (Give it to me, yo)\n[01:20.17] Ground, ground, ground, ground (Lay you down, nigga, lay you down nigga, c'mon)\n[01:21.94] When you niggas talk shit (Ha), lay you six feet under the ground (Ha, ha)\n[01:24.56] Ground, ground, ground, ground (Ha, ha, ha, ha)\n\n[01:26.21] This is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side\n[01:28.69] It's party time, and don't forget get yours, 'cause I'ma get mine\n[01:31.21] (Who that?) 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(Uh-huh)\n  I got this side right here (Uh, uh)\n  Check this out right there (Yeah, where ya at, y'all niggas?)\n  Can't do this\n  Bus-a-Bus (Me, Mally G)\n  C'mon, aight? (Bus-a-Bus, here we go)\n  C'mon (Here we go), stayin' street (Here we go)\n\n  Pause, little 'Mal with the dirty dog, raw rap job\n  If you ain't wit' it, bite crotch 'til it break your jaw (Jaw)\n  For tryin' to knock us. Tryin' to kill or stop us, jack our propers\n  Bus-a-Bus, they fakin', the cake is for the takin'\n  While they runnin' they face (Uh-huh), I'm lettin' the plan bake\n  Formulate, now look at the plot, we got\n  More and more shit that's hot, sho' to rock the spot\n  Clock or knot, nigga, the whole pot\n  Ready or not, we comin', snatchin' every comer\n  Witcha ho in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a motherfucker\n  You can be my lady (Haha), you could even be my lollipop sucker (Yeah)\n  The raw dawg, baby, comin' like the mad trucker\n  Lot of jealous niggas lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker (Woo)\n  God bless, oh, yes, I stay fresh\n  Full of finesse, my congress show progress\n  Stylish, hit you with the shit to digest\n  In this rhyme shit, we be some of the world's finest (Uh)\n  Your Highness, leavin' corny niggas spineless\n  Attack it with the classic rhyme, flow timeless (Haha)\n\n  There's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, c'mon, ha)\n  'Cause we can do it in the mix (Ha, uh-huh)\n  So when you niggas talk trash (What? Ha), you will get a bust ass (What? Give it to me, yo, right)\n  'Cause you know we don't fuck around (Ha, ha, give it to me, yo)\n  When you niggas talk shit (Ooh), lay you six feet under the ground (Give it to me, yo)\n  Ground, ground, ground, ground (Lay you down, nigga, lay you down nigga, c'mon)\n  When you niggas talk shit (Ha), lay you six feet under the ground (Ha, ha)\n  Ground, ground, ground, ground (Ha, ha, ha, ha)\n\n  This is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side\n  It's party time, and don't forget get yours, 'cause I'ma get mine\n  (Who that?) 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(Uh-huh)\n[00:05.51] I got this side right here (Uh, uh)\n[00:07.83] Check this out right there (Yeah, where ya at, y'all niggas?)\n[00:10.27] Can't do this\n[00:12.23] Bus-a-Bus (Me, Mally G)\n[00:13.79] C'mon, aight? (Bus-a-Bus, here we go)\n[00:16.12] C'mon (Here we go), stayin' street (Here we go)\n\n[00:20.81] Pause, little 'Mal with the dirty dog, raw rap job\n[00:23.97] If you ain't wit' it, bite crotch 'til it break your jaw (Jaw)\n[00:26.43] For tryin' to knock us. 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Tryin' to kill or stop us, jack our propers\n  Bus-a-Bus, they fakin', the cake is for the takin'\n  While they runnin' they face (Uh-huh), I'm lettin' the plan bake\n  Formulate, now look at the plot, we got\n  More and more shit that's hot, sho' to rock the spot\n  Clock or knot, nigga, the whole pot\n  Ready or not, we comin', snatchin' every comer\n  Witcha ho in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a motherfucker\n  You can be my lady (Haha), you could even be my lollipop sucker (Yeah)\n  The raw dawg, baby, comin' like the mad trucker\n  Lot of jealous niggas lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker (Woo)\n  God bless, oh, yes, I stay fresh\n  Full of finesse, my congress show progress\n  Stylish, hit you with the shit to digest\n  In this rhyme shit, we be some of the world's finest (Uh)\n  Your Highness, leavin' corny niggas spineless\n  Attack it with the classic rhyme, flow timeless (Haha)\n\n  There's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, c'mon, ha)\n  'Cause we can do it in the mix (Ha, uh-huh)\n  So when you niggas talk trash (What? 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The villain 'til I'm peelin' a million\n  Ridin' dirty and bustin' like thirty-thirty (Uh-huh), 'til a nigga end\n  Knowin' that the shit is fucked I'm still here to win (What?)\n  Cheddar (Uh), if you ain't about it then I think you better\n  Hang the little plot you got, don't sweat it, mayne\n  My nigga, my life's uncut like Kane, real raw\n  Y'all don't know shit about Jamal or what I'm in it for (For)\n  Cash, cars, fly whores and tours (Uh-huh)\n  Fillin' my pipe, with no mess and no limits\n  Them other ones scrimpin', has the tent froze frigid (Ah)\n  Fraud as a gimmick, dick lickin', chasin' chickens\n  I mash for the cash with the click and (Uh-huh)\n  Rip a show then I'm dippin' in the whip and high trippin' (Trippin')\n  While y'all niggas (Yeah) hoppin' and skippin', I stick the clip in, yo\n  Accelerate on the gas, move fast\n  Blast, find a nigga foot in your ass\n  Colorful nigga, just peep the whole contrast\n  Flipmode is the squad, the news flash\n  Bust your shit up, what the fuck, nigga? Get up\n  Violate niggas, get they whole shit lit up\n  Break fool, niggas know the rules, rob jewels\n  Champagne bath, throw the Moët in the pool\n  Nigga caught a motherfuckin' strain on the brain\n  Ridin' on the train, I'ma whip a Benz in the rain\n  Oversized click on the rise, so realise\n  We be them niggas that dead up all you funny little small fries\n  The franchise\n  Flipmode damagin' all of you fall guys\n  Yo, I'm tired of niggas, they full of true lies\n  No time, we got the right surprise\n  Need a new beginnin', need to get a baptise, ha, ha\n  You need to get a baptise, word is bond, ayo\n\n  There's not a problem my squad can't fix (Ha, ha, hoo)\n  'Cause we can do it in the mix (Heh, what?)\n  So when you niggas talk trash (What? What?), you will get a bust ass (What?)\n  'Cause you know we don't fuck around (Ha, fuck around, nigga?)\n  When you niggas talk shit (Ha), lay you six feet under the ground\n  Ground, ground, ground, ground (Lay you down, son, lay you down nigga)\n  When you niggas talk shit (Ha), lay you six feet under the ground (Hoo)\n  Ground, ground, ground, ground (Ha, ha, hoo, ha, ha)\n\n  Ground (Ha), a-ground, a-gr-gr-ground-ground (What?)\n  Just party (C'mon) to the shit like this, c'mon (Ha, uh-huh, yeah)\n  Just bounce to the motherfuckin' beat, c'mon (Woo, ha)\n  You niggas don't know my brand new song, c'mon\n  Ayo (Ha), hear me out y'all (Uh)\n  Yo, and just feel my shit (Yo, ha), c'mon, bounce, what the fuck?\n"},{"id":6317853,"name":"There's Not a Problem My Squad Can't Fix","trackName":"There's Not a Problem My Squad Can't Fix","artistName":"Busta Rhymes/Jamal","albumName":"When Disaster Strikes","duration":200.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Jamal:)\nCome on, yeah. villain\nCome on, aight?\nI got this side right here\nTake this side right there\nCome on do this\nBusta Bus\nCome on. Alright?\nCome on (here we go) stayin' street.\n\n(Jamal:)\nPaws, to the wall, with the dirty dog, raw rap-ture\nIf you ain't with it bite crotch til it break your jaw\n(Your jaw) For tryin' to knock us\nTryin' to kill or stop us, jack our propers\nBusta Bus, they fakin' the cake is for the takin'\nWhile they runnin' they face, I'm lettin' the plan bake\nFormulate, now look at the plot, we got\nMore and more shit that's hot, show to rock the spot\nClock or knot, nigga the whole pot\nReady or not, we comin' snatchin' every comer\nWitcha hoe in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a muthafucker.\n\n(Busta Rhymes:)\nYou can be my lady, you coul even be my lollipop sucker\nThe road dawg baby comin' like the mad trucker\nLot of jealous niggas lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker\nGod bless, oh yes, I stay fresh\nFull of finesse, my congress show progress\nStylish, hit you with the shit to digest\nIn this rhyme shit we be some of the world's finest\nYour Highness, leavin' corny niggas spineless\nAttack it with the classic rhyme flow timeless.\n\n(Chorus: Busta Rhymes)\nNot a problem my squad can't fix\nCause we can do, it in the mix\nSo when you niggas talk trash, you can get a bust ass\nCause you know we don't fuck around\nWhen you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\nGround ground, ground ground\nWhen you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\nGround ground, ground ground.\n\n(Jamal:)\nThis is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side\nIt's party time, and don't forget get yours, cause I'm a get mine\n(Who that?) The villain til I'm peelin' a million\nRidin' dirty, and bustin' like 30-30 til a nigga end\nKnowin' that the shit is fucked I'm still here to win, cheddar\nIf you ain't about it then I think you better\nHang the little plot you got, don't sweat it main\nMy nigga, my life's uncut like Kane, real _Raw_\nY'all don't know shit about Jamal or what I'm in it for:\nCash, cars, fly whores and tours\nFillin' my pipe, with no messes and no limits\nThem other one scrimpin' has the tent froze frigid\nFall as a gimmick, dick lickin' chasin' chickens\nI mash for the cash with the click and\nRip a show then I'm dippin' in the whip and high trippin'.\n\n(Busta Rhymes:)\nWhile y'all niggas hoppin' and skippin' I stick the clip in, yo\nAccelerate on the gas, move fast\nBlast, find a nigga [foot] in your ass\nColorful niggas, just peep the whole contrast\nFlipmode is the Squad, a news flash\nBust your shit up, what the fuck, nigga get up\nViolate, niggas get they whole [shit] lit up!\nBreak fool, niggas know the rules, rob jewels\nChampagne bath, throw the Mo-et in the pool\nNigga caught a muthafuckin' strain on the brain\nRidin' on the train, I'm a whip a Benz in the rain\nOversized click on the rise so realize we be\nThem niggas that dead up all you funny little small fries\nThe franchise, Flipmode damagin' all of you Fall Guys\nYo I'm tired of niggas they full of True Lies\nNo time... we got the right surprise\nNeed a new beginnin' need to get a baptise\nYou need to get a baptise\nWord is bond, aiyyo.\n\nNot a problem my squad can't fix\nCause we can do, it in the mix\nSo when you niggas talk trash, you can get a bust ass\nCause you know we don't fuck around\nWhen you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\nGround ground, ground ground\nWhen you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\nGround ground, ground ground.\n\nGround, a-ground, a-gr-gr-ground-ground\nJust party to the shit like this come on\nJust bounce to the muthafuckin' beat come on\nYou niggas don't know my brand new song come on\nAiyyo, hear me out y'all, [uhh]\nYo, and just feel my shit.\nCome on, bounce what the fuck?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.75] (Jamal:)\n[00:01.44] Come on, yeah. villain\n[00:03.31] Come on, aight?\n[00:06.06] I got this side right here\n[00:08.61] Take this side right there\n[00:10.69] Come on do this\n[00:12.27] Busta Bus\n[00:13.89] Come on. Alright?\n[00:16.64] Come on (here we go) stayin' street.\n[00:19.28] (Jamal:)\n[00:21.12] Paws, to the wall, with the dirty dog, raw rap-ture\n[00:24.26] If you ain't with it bite crotch til it break your jaw\n[00:26.67] (Your jaw) For tryin' to knock us\n[00:28.72] Tryin' to kill or stop us, jack our propers\n[00:30.66] Busta Bus, they fakin' the cake is for the takin'\n[00:33.16] While they runnin' they face, I'm lettin' the plan bake\n[00:35.24] Formulate, now look at the plot, we got\n[00:37.58] More and more shit that's hot, show to rock the spot\n[00:39.54] Clock or knot, nigga the whole pot\n[00:41.80] Ready or not, we comin' snatchin' every comer\n[00:44.42] Witcha hoe in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a muthafucker.\n[00:47.34] (Busta Rhymes:)\n[00:48.29] You can be my lady, you coul even be my lollipop sucker\n[00:49.26] The road dawg baby comin' like the mad trucker\n[00:51.74] Lot of jealous niggas lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker\n[00:54.44] God bless, oh yes, I stay fresh\n[00:56.29] Full of finesse, my congress show progress\n[00:58.25] Stylish, hit you with the shit to digest\n[01:01.16] In this rhyme shit we be some of the world's finest\n[01:03.68] Your Highness, leavin' corny niggas spineless\n[01:06.02] Attack it with the classic rhyme flow timeless.\n[01:07.82] (Chorus: Busta Rhymes)\n[01:09.01] Not a problem my squad can't fix\n[01:10.84] Cause we can do, it in the mix\n[01:12.86] So when you niggas talk trash, you can get a bust ass\n[01:15.53] Cause you know we don't fuck around\n[01:17.42] When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\n[01:20.44] Ground ground, ground ground\n[01:22.31] When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\n[01:25.67] Ground ground, ground ground.\n[01:26.42] (Jamal:)\n[01:27.13] This is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side\n[01:29.43] It's party time, and don't forget get yours, cause I'm a get mine\n[01:31.79] (Who that?) The villain til I'm peelin' a million\n[01:33.66] Ridin' dirty, and bustin' like 30-30 til a nigga end\n[01:36.59] Knowin' that the shit is fucked I'm still here to win, cheddar\n[01:38.94] If you ain't about it then I think you better\n[01:40.10] Hang the little plot you got, don't sweat it main\n[01:43.28] My nigga, my life's uncut like Kane, real _Raw_\n[01:45.29] Y'all don't know shit about Jamal or what I'm in it for:\n[01:47.98] Cash, cars, fly whores and tours\n[01:50.21] Fillin' my pipe, with no messes and no limits\n[01:52.64] Them other one scrimpin' has the tent froze frigid\n[01:54.57] Fall as a gimmick, dick lickin' chasin' chickens\n[01:57.56] I mash for the cash with the click and\n[01:59.47] Rip a show then I'm dippin' in the whip and high trippin'.\n[02:01.41] (Busta Rhymes:)\n[02:02.65] While y'all niggas hoppin' and skippin' I stick the clip in, yo\n[02:04.03] Accelerate on the gas, move fast\n[02:06.38] Blast, find a nigga [foot] in your ass\n[02:08.82] Colorful niggas, just peep the whole contrast\n[02:11.25] Flipmode is the Squad, a news flash\n[02:13.58] Bust your shit up, what the fuck, nigga get up\n[02:16.03] Violate, niggas get they whole [shit] lit up!\n[02:18.40] Break fool, niggas know the rules, rob jewels\n[02:20.46] Champagne bath, throw the Mo-et in the pool\n[02:23.06] Nigga caught a muthafuckin' strain on the brain\n[02:25.31] Ridin' on the train, I'm a whip a Benz in the rain\n[02:27.48] Oversized click on the rise so realize we be\n[02:29.98] Them niggas that dead up all you funny little small fries\n[02:32.50] The franchise, Flipmode damagin' all of you Fall Guys\n[02:34.62] Yo I'm tired of niggas they full of True Lies\n[02:38.10] No time... we got the right surprise\n[02:39.93] Need a new beginnin' need to get a baptise\n[02:42.59] You need to get a baptise\n[02:44.97] Word is bond, aiyyo.\n[02:46.63] Not a problem my squad can't fix\n[02:48.64] Cause we can do, it in the mix\n[02:50.45] So when you niggas talk trash, you can get a bust ass\n[02:53.30] Cause you know we don't fuck around\n[02:55.51] When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\n[02:58.65] Ground ground, ground ground\n[03:00.31] When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\n[03:04.15] Ground ground, ground ground.\n[03:05.63] Ground, a-ground, a-gr-gr-ground-ground\n[03:08.38] Just party to the shit like this come on\n[03:09.81] Just bounce to the muthafuckin' beat come on\n[03:12.03] You niggas don't know my brand new song come on\n[03:14.22] Aiyyo, hear me out y'all, [uhh]\n[03:16.13] Yo, and just feel my shit.\n[03:17.62] Come on, bounce what the fuck?\n[03:19.14] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: There's Not a Problem My Squad Can't Fix\n  artist: Busta Rhymes/Jamal\n  album: When Disaster Strikes\n  duration_ms: 200000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Jamal:)\n  start_ms: 750\n  end_ms: 1440\n- text: Come on, yeah. villain\n  start_ms: 1440\n  end_ms: 3310\n- text: Come on, aight?\n  start_ms: 3310\n  end_ms: 6060\n- text: I got this side right here\n  start_ms: 6060\n  end_ms: 8610\n- text: Take this side right there\n  start_ms: 8610\n  end_ms: 10690\n- text: Come on do this\n  start_ms: 10690\n  end_ms: 12270\n- text: Busta Bus\n  start_ms: 12270\n  end_ms: 13890\n- text: Come on. 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Alright?\n  Come on (here we go) stayin' street.\n\n  (Jamal:)\n  Paws, to the wall, with the dirty dog, raw rap-ture\n  If you ain't with it bite crotch til it break your jaw\n  (Your jaw) For tryin' to knock us\n  Tryin' to kill or stop us, jack our propers\n  Busta Bus, they fakin' the cake is for the takin'\n  While they runnin' they face, I'm lettin' the plan bake\n  Formulate, now look at the plot, we got\n  More and more shit that's hot, show to rock the spot\n  Clock or knot, nigga the whole pot\n  Ready or not, we comin' snatchin' every comer\n  Witcha hoe in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a muthafucker.\n\n  (Busta Rhymes:)\n  You can be my lady, you coul even be my lollipop sucker\n  The road dawg baby comin' like the mad trucker\n  Lot of jealous niggas lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker\n  God bless, oh yes, I stay fresh\n  Full of finesse, my congress show progress\n  Stylish, hit you with the shit to digest\n  In this rhyme shit we be some of the world's finest\n  Your Highness, leavin' corny niggas spineless\n  Attack it with the classic rhyme flow timeless.\n\n  (Chorus: Busta Rhymes)\n  Not a problem my squad can't fix\n  Cause we can do, it in the mix\n  So when you niggas talk trash, you can get a bust ass\n  Cause you know we don't fuck around\n  When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\n  Ground ground, ground ground\n  When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\n  Ground ground, ground ground.\n\n  (Jamal:)\n  This is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side\n  It's party time, and don't forget get yours, cause I'm a get mine\n  (Who that?) The villain til I'm peelin' a million\n  Ridin' dirty, and bustin' like 30-30 til a nigga end\n  Knowin' that the shit is fucked I'm still here to win, cheddar\n  If you ain't about it then I think you better\n  Hang the little plot you got, don't sweat it main\n  My nigga, my life's uncut like Kane, real _Raw_\n  Y'all don't know shit about Jamal or what I'm in it for:\n  Cash, cars, fly whores and tours\n  Fillin' my pipe, with no messes and no limits\n  Them other one scrimpin' has the tent froze frigid\n  Fall as a gimmick, dick lickin' chasin' chickens\n  I mash for the cash with the click and\n  Rip a show then I'm dippin' in the whip and high trippin'.\n\n  (Busta Rhymes:)\n  While y'all niggas hoppin' and skippin' I stick the clip in, yo\n  Accelerate on the gas, move fast\n  Blast, find a nigga [foot] in your ass\n  Colorful niggas, just peep the whole contrast\n  Flipmode is the Squad, a news flash\n  Bust your shit up, what the fuck, nigga get up\n  Violate, niggas get they whole [shit] lit up!\n  Break fool, niggas know the rules, rob jewels\n  Champagne bath, throw the Mo-et in the pool\n  Nigga caught a muthafuckin' strain on the brain\n  Ridin' on the train, I'm a whip a Benz in the rain\n  Oversized click on the rise so realize we be\n  Them niggas that dead up all you funny little small fries\n  The franchise, Flipmode damagin' all of you Fall Guys\n  Yo I'm tired of niggas they full of True Lies\n  No time... we got the right surprise\n  Need a new beginnin' need to get a baptise\n  You need to get a baptise\n  Word is bond, aiyyo.\n\n  Not a problem my squad can't fix\n  Cause we can do, it in the mix\n  So when you niggas talk trash, you can get a bust ass\n  Cause you know we don't fuck around\n  When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\n  Ground ground, ground ground\n  When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\n  Ground ground, ground ground.\n\n  Ground, a-ground, a-gr-gr-ground-ground\n  Just party to the shit like this come on\n  Just bounce to the muthafuckin' beat come on\n  You niggas don't know my brand new song come on\n  Aiyyo, hear me out y'all, [uhh]\n  Yo, and just feel my shit.\n  Come on, bounce what the fuck?\n"},{"id":6317854,"name":"There's Not a Problem My Squad Can't Fix","trackName":"There's Not a Problem My Squad Can't Fix","artistName":"Jamal & Busta Rhymes","albumName":"When Disaster Strikes","duration":200.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Jamal:)\nCome on, yeah. villain\nCome on, aight?\nI got this side right here\nTake this side right there\nCome on do this\nBusta Bus\nCome on. Alright?\nCome on (here we go) stayin' street.\n\n(Jamal:)\nPaws, to the wall, with the dirty dog, raw rap-ture\nIf you ain't with it bite crotch til it break your jaw\n(Your jaw) For tryin' to knock us\nTryin' to kill or stop us, jack our propers\nBusta Bus, they fakin' the cake is for the takin'\nWhile they runnin' they face, I'm lettin' the plan bake\nFormulate, now look at the plot, we got\nMore and more shit that's hot, show to rock the spot\nClock or knot, nigga the whole pot\nReady or not, we comin' snatchin' every comer\nWitcha hoe in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a muthafucker.\n\n(Busta Rhymes:)\nYou can be my lady, you coul even be my lollipop sucker\nThe road dawg baby comin' like the mad trucker\nLot of jealous niggas lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker\nGod bless, oh yes, I stay fresh\nFull of finesse, my congress show progress\nStylish, hit you with the shit to digest\nIn this rhyme shit we be some of the world's finest\nYour Highness, leavin' corny niggas spineless\nAttack it with the classic rhyme flow timeless.\n\n(Chorus: Busta Rhymes)\nNot a problem my squad can't fix\nCause we can do, it in the mix\nSo when you niggas talk trash, you can get a bust ass\nCause you know we don't fuck around\nWhen you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\nGround ground, ground ground\nWhen you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\nGround ground, ground ground.\n\n(Jamal:)\nThis is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side\nIt's party time, and don't forget get yours, cause I'm a get mine\n(Who that?) The villain til I'm peelin' a million\nRidin' dirty, and bustin' like 30-30 til a nigga end\nKnowin' that the shit is fucked I'm still here to win, cheddar\nIf you ain't about it then I think you better\nHang the little plot you got, don't sweat it main\nMy nigga, my life's uncut like Kane, real _Raw_\nY'all don't know shit about Jamal or what I'm in it for:\nCash, cars, fly whores and tours\nFillin' my pipe, with no messes and no limits\nThem other one scrimpin' has the tent froze frigid\nFall as a gimmick, dick lickin' chasin' chickens\nI mash for the cash with the click and\nRip a show then I'm dippin' in the whip and high trippin'.\n\n(Busta Rhymes:)\nWhile y'all niggas hoppin' and skippin' I stick the clip in, yo\nAccelerate on the gas, move fast\nBlast, find a nigga [foot] in your ass\nColorful niggas, just peep the whole contrast\nFlipmode is the Squad, a news flash\nBust your shit up, what the fuck, nigga get up\nViolate, niggas get they whole [shit] lit up!\nBreak fool, niggas know the rules, rob jewels\nChampagne bath, throw the Mo-et in the pool\nNigga caught a muthafuckin' strain on the brain\nRidin' on the train, I'm a whip a Benz in the rain\nOversized click on the rise so realize we be\nThem niggas that dead up all you funny little small fries\nThe franchise, Flipmode damagin' all of you Fall Guys\nYo I'm tired of niggas they full of True Lies\nNo time... we got the right surprise\nNeed a new beginnin' need to get a baptise\nYou need to get a baptise\nWord is bond, aiyyo.\n\nNot a problem my squad can't fix\nCause we can do, it in the mix\nSo when you niggas talk trash, you can get a bust ass\nCause you know we don't fuck around\nWhen you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\nGround ground, ground ground\nWhen you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\nGround ground, ground ground.\n\nGround, a-ground, a-gr-gr-ground-ground\nJust party to the shit like this come on\nJust bounce to the muthafuckin' beat come on\nYou niggas don't know my brand new song come on\nAiyyo, hear me out y'all, [uhh]\nYo, and just feel my shit.\nCome on, bounce what the fuck?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.75] (Jamal:)\n[00:01.44] Come on, yeah. villain\n[00:03.31] Come on, aight?\n[00:06.06] I got this side right here\n[00:08.61] Take this side right there\n[00:10.69] Come on do this\n[00:12.27] Busta Bus\n[00:13.89] Come on. Alright?\n[00:16.64] Come on (here we go) stayin' street.\n[00:19.28] (Jamal:)\n[00:21.12] Paws, to the wall, with the dirty dog, raw rap-ture\n[00:24.26] If you ain't with it bite crotch til it break your jaw\n[00:26.67] (Your jaw) For tryin' to knock us\n[00:28.72] Tryin' to kill or stop us, jack our propers\n[00:30.66] Busta Bus, they fakin' the cake is for the takin'\n[00:33.16] While they runnin' they face, I'm lettin' the plan bake\n[00:35.24] Formulate, now look at the plot, we got\n[00:37.58] More and more shit that's hot, show to rock the spot\n[00:39.54] Clock or knot, nigga the whole pot\n[00:41.80] Ready or not, we comin' snatchin' every comer\n[00:44.42] Witcha hoe in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a muthafucker.\n[00:47.34] (Busta Rhymes:)\n[00:48.29] You can be my lady, you coul even be my lollipop sucker\n[00:49.26] The road dawg baby comin' like the mad trucker\n[00:51.74] Lot of jealous niggas lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker\n[00:54.44] God bless, oh yes, I stay fresh\n[00:56.29] Full of finesse, my congress show progress\n[00:58.25] Stylish, hit you with the shit to digest\n[01:01.16] In this rhyme shit we be some of the world's finest\n[01:03.68] Your Highness, leavin' corny niggas spineless\n[01:06.02] Attack it with the classic rhyme flow timeless.\n[01:07.82] (Chorus: Busta Rhymes)\n[01:09.01] Not a problem my squad can't fix\n[01:10.84] Cause we can do, it in the mix\n[01:12.86] So when you niggas talk trash, you can get a bust ass\n[01:15.53] Cause you know we don't fuck around\n[01:17.42] When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\n[01:20.44] Ground ground, ground ground\n[01:22.31] When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\n[01:25.67] Ground ground, ground ground.\n[01:26.42] (Jamal:)\n[01:27.13] This is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side\n[01:29.43] It's party time, and don't forget get yours, cause I'm a get mine\n[01:31.79] (Who that?) 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The villain til I'm peelin' a million\n  Ridin' dirty, and bustin' like 30-30 til a nigga end\n  Knowin' that the shit is fucked I'm still here to win, cheddar\n  If you ain't about it then I think you better\n  Hang the little plot you got, don't sweat it main\n  My nigga, my life's uncut like Kane, real _Raw_\n  Y'all don't know shit about Jamal or what I'm in it for:\n  Cash, cars, fly whores and tours\n  Fillin' my pipe, with no messes and no limits\n  Them other one scrimpin' has the tent froze frigid\n  Fall as a gimmick, dick lickin' chasin' chickens\n  I mash for the cash with the click and\n  Rip a show then I'm dippin' in the whip and high trippin'.\n\n  (Busta Rhymes:)\n  While y'all niggas hoppin' and skippin' I stick the clip in, yo\n  Accelerate on the gas, move fast\n  Blast, find a nigga [foot] in your ass\n  Colorful niggas, just peep the whole contrast\n  Flipmode is the Squad, a news flash\n  Bust your shit up, what the fuck, nigga get up\n  Violate, niggas get they whole [shit] lit up!\n  Break fool, niggas know the rules, rob jewels\n  Champagne bath, throw the Mo-et in the pool\n  Nigga caught a muthafuckin' strain on the brain\n  Ridin' on the train, I'm a whip a Benz in the rain\n  Oversized click on the rise so realize we be\n  Them niggas that dead up all you funny little small fries\n  The franchise, Flipmode damagin' all of you Fall Guys\n  Yo I'm tired of niggas they full of True Lies\n  No time... we got the right surprise\n  Need a new beginnin' need to get a baptise\n  You need to get a baptise\n  Word is bond, aiyyo.\n\n  Not a problem my squad can't fix\n  Cause we can do, it in the mix\n  So when you niggas talk trash, you can get a bust ass\n  Cause you know we don't fuck around\n  When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\n  Ground ground, ground ground\n  When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\n  Ground ground, ground ground.\n\n  Ground, a-ground, a-gr-gr-ground-ground\n  Just party to the shit like this come on\n  Just bounce to the muthafuckin' beat come on\n  You niggas don't know my brand new song come on\n  Aiyyo, hear me out y'all, [uhh]\n  Yo, and just feel my shit.\n  Come on, bounce what the fuck?\n"},{"id":32597537,"name":"There's Not a Problem My Squad Can't Fix","trackName":"There's Not a Problem My Squad Can't Fix","artistName":"Busta Rhymes / Jamal","albumName":"When Disaster Strikes","duration":356.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Jamal:)\nCome on, yeah. villain\nCome on, aight?\nI got this side right here\nTake this side right there\nCome on do this\nBusta Bus\nCome on. Alright?\nCome on (here we go) stayin' street.\n\n(Jamal:)\nPaws, to the wall, with the dirty dog, raw rap-ture\nIf you ain't with it bite crotch til it break your jaw\n(Your jaw) For tryin' to knock us\nTryin' to kill or stop us, jack our propers\nBusta Bus, they fakin' the cake is for the takin'\nWhile they runnin' they face, I'm lettin' the plan bake\nFormulate, now look at the plot, we got\nMore and more shit that's hot, show to rock the spot\nClock or knot, nigga the whole pot\nReady or not, we comin' snatchin' every comer\nWitcha hoe in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a muthafucker.\n\n(Busta Rhymes:)\nYou can be my lady, you coul even be my lollipop sucker\nThe road dawg baby comin' like the mad trucker\nLot of jealous niggas lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker\nGod bless, oh yes, I stay fresh\nFull of finesse, my congress show progress\nStylish, hit you with the shit to digest\nIn this rhyme shit we be some of the world's finest\nYour Highness, leavin' corny niggas spineless\nAttack it with the classic rhyme flow timeless.\n\n(Chorus: Busta Rhymes)\nNot a problem my squad can't fix\nCause we can do, it in the mix\nSo when you niggas talk trash, you can get a bust ass\nCause you know we don't fuck around\nWhen you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\nGround ground, ground ground\nWhen you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\nGround ground, ground ground.\n\n(Jamal:)\nThis is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side\nIt's party time, and don't forget get yours, cause I'm a get mine\n(Who that?) The villain til I'm peelin' a million\nRidin' dirty, and bustin' like 30-30 til a nigga end\nKnowin' that the shit is fucked I'm still here to win, cheddar\nIf you ain't about it then I think you better\nHang the little plot you got, don't sweat it main\nMy nigga, my life's uncut like Kane, real _Raw_\nY'all don't know shit about Jamal or what I'm in it for:\nCash, cars, fly whores and tours\nFillin' my pipe, with no messes and no limits\nThem other one scrimpin' has the tent froze frigid\nFall as a gimmick, dick lickin' chasin' chickens\nI mash for the cash with the click and\nRip a show then I'm dippin' in the whip and high trippin'.\n\n(Busta Rhymes:)\nWhile y'all niggas hoppin' and skippin' I stick the clip in, yo\nAccelerate on the gas, move fast\nBlast, find a nigga [foot] in your ass\nColorful niggas, just peep the whole contrast\nFlipmode is the Squad, a news flash\nBust your shit up, what the fuck, nigga get up\nViolate, niggas get they whole [shit] lit up!\nBreak fool, niggas know the rules, rob jewels\nChampagne bath, throw the Mo-et in the pool\nNigga caught a muthafuckin' strain on the brain\nRidin' on the train, I'm a whip a Benz in the rain\nOversized click on the rise so realize we be\nThem niggas that dead up all you funny little small fries\nThe franchise, Flipmode damagin' all of you Fall Guys\nYo I'm tired of niggas they full of True Lies\nNo time... we got the right surprise\nNeed a new beginnin' need to get a baptise\nYou need to get a baptise\nWord is bond, aiyyo.\n\nNot a problem my squad can't fix\nCause we can do, it in the mix\nSo when you niggas talk trash, you can get a bust ass\nCause you know we don't fuck around\nWhen you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\nGround ground, ground ground\nWhen you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\nGround ground, ground ground.\n\nGround, a-ground, a-gr-gr-ground-ground\nJust party to the shit like this come on\nJust bounce to the muthafuckin' beat come on\nYou niggas don't know my brand new song come on\nAiyyo, hear me out y'all, [uhh]\nYo, and just feel my shit.\nCome on, bounce what the fuck?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.75] (Jamal:)\n[00:01.44] Come on, yeah. villain\n[00:03.31] Come on, aight?\n[00:06.06] I got this side right here\n[00:08.61] Take this side right there\n[00:10.69] Come on do this\n[00:12.27] Busta Bus\n[00:13.89] Come on. Alright?\n[00:16.64] Come on (here we go) stayin' street.\n[00:19.28] (Jamal:)\n[00:21.12] Paws, to the wall, with the dirty dog, raw rap-ture\n[00:24.26] If you ain't with it bite crotch til it break your jaw\n[00:26.67] (Your jaw) For tryin' to knock us\n[00:28.72] Tryin' to kill or stop us, jack our propers\n[00:30.66] Busta Bus, they fakin' the cake is for the takin'\n[00:33.16] While they runnin' they face, I'm lettin' the plan bake\n[00:35.24] Formulate, now look at the plot, we got\n[00:37.58] More and more shit that's hot, show to rock the spot\n[00:39.54] Clock or knot, nigga the whole pot\n[00:41.80] Ready or not, we comin' snatchin' every comer\n[00:44.42] Witcha hoe in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a muthafucker.\n[00:47.34] (Busta Rhymes:)\n[00:48.29] You can be my lady, you coul even be my lollipop sucker\n[00:49.26] The road dawg baby comin' like the mad trucker\n[00:51.74] Lot of jealous niggas lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker\n[00:54.44] God bless, oh yes, I stay fresh\n[00:56.29] Full of finesse, my congress show progress\n[00:58.25] Stylish, hit you with the shit to digest\n[01:01.16] In this rhyme shit we be some of the world's finest\n[01:03.68] Your Highness, leavin' corny niggas spineless\n[01:06.02] Attack it with the classic rhyme flow timeless.\n[01:07.82] (Chorus: Busta Rhymes)\n[01:09.01] Not a problem my squad can't fix\n[01:10.84] Cause we can do, it in the mix\n[01:12.86] So when you niggas talk trash, you can get a bust ass\n[01:15.53] Cause you know we don't fuck around\n[01:17.42] When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\n[01:20.44] Ground ground, ground ground\n[01:22.31] When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\n[01:25.67] Ground ground, ground ground.\n[01:26.42] (Jamal:)\n[01:27.13] This is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side\n[01:29.43] It's party time, and don't forget get yours, cause I'm a get mine\n[01:31.79] (Who that?) 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Alright?\nCome on (here we go) stayin' street.\n\n(Jamal:)\nPaws, to the wall, with the dirty dog, raw rap-ture\nIf you ain't with it bite crotch til it break your jaw\n(Your jaw) For tryin' to knock us\nTryin' to kill or stop us, jack our propers\nBusta Bus, they fakin' the cake is for the takin'\nWhile they runnin' they face, I'm lettin' the plan bake\nFormulate, now look at the plot, we got\nMore and more shit that's hot, show to rock the spot\nClock or knot, nigga the whole pot\nReady or not, we comin' snatchin' every comer\nWitcha hoe in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a muthafucker.\n\n(Busta Rhymes:)\nYou can be my lady, you coul even be my lollipop sucker\nThe road dawg baby comin' like the mad trucker\nLot of jealous niggas lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker\nGod bless, oh yes, I stay fresh\nFull of finesse, my congress show progress\nStylish, hit you with the shit to digest\nIn this rhyme shit we be some of the world's finest\nYour Highness, leavin' corny niggas spineless\nAttack it with the classic rhyme flow timeless.\n\n(Chorus: Busta Rhymes)\nNot a problem my squad can't fix\nCause we can do, it in the mix\nSo when you niggas talk trash, you can get a bust ass\nCause you know we don't fuck around\nWhen you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\nGround ground, ground ground\nWhen you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\nGround ground, ground ground.\n\n(Jamal:)\nThis is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side\nIt's party time, and don't forget get yours, cause I'm a get mine\n(Who that?) The villain til I'm peelin' a million\nRidin' dirty, and bustin' like 30-30 til a nigga end\nKnowin' that the shit is fucked I'm still here to win, cheddar\nIf you ain't about it then I think you better\nHang the little plot you got, don't sweat it main\nMy nigga, my life's uncut like Kane, real _Raw_\nY'all don't know shit about Jamal or what I'm in it for:\nCash, cars, fly whores and tours\nFillin' my pipe, with no messes and no limits\nThem other one scrimpin' has the tent froze frigid\nFall as a gimmick, dick lickin' chasin' chickens\nI mash for the cash with the click and\nRip a show then I'm dippin' in the whip and high trippin'.\n\n(Busta Rhymes:)\nWhile y'all niggas hoppin' and skippin' I stick the clip in, yo\nAccelerate on the gas, move fast\nBlast, find a nigga [foot] in your ass\nColorful niggas, just peep the whole contrast\nFlipmode is the Squad, a news flash\nBust your shit up, what the fuck, nigga get up\nViolate, niggas get they whole [shit] lit up!\nBreak fool, niggas know the rules, rob jewels\nChampagne bath, throw the Mo-et in the pool\nNigga caught a muthafuckin' strain on the brain\nRidin' on the train, I'm a whip a Benz in the rain\nOversized click on the rise so realize we be\nThem niggas that dead up all you funny little small fries\nThe franchise, Flipmode damagin' all of you Fall Guys\nYo I'm tired of niggas they full of True Lies\nNo time... we got the right surprise\nNeed a new beginnin' need to get a baptise\nYou need to get a baptise\nWord is bond, aiyyo.\n\nNot a problem my squad can't fix\nCause we can do, it in the mix\nSo when you niggas talk trash, you can get a bust ass\nCause you know we don't fuck around\nWhen you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\nGround ground, ground ground\nWhen you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\nGround ground, ground ground.\n\nGround, a-ground, a-gr-gr-ground-ground\nJust party to the shit like this come on\nJust bounce to the muthafuckin' beat come on\nYou niggas don't know my brand new song come on\nAiyyo, hear me out y'all, [uhh]\nYo, and just feel my shit.\nCome on, bounce what the fuck?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.75] (Jamal:)\n[00:01.44] Come on, yeah. villain\n[00:03.31] Come on, aight?\n[00:06.06] I got this side right here\n[00:08.61] Take this side right there\n[00:10.69] Come on do this\n[00:12.27] Busta Bus\n[00:13.89] Come on. Alright?\n[00:16.64] Come on (here we go) stayin' street.\n[00:19.28] (Jamal:)\n[00:21.12] Paws, to the wall, with the dirty dog, raw rap-ture\n[00:24.26] If you ain't with it bite crotch til it break your jaw\n[00:26.67] (Your jaw) For tryin' to knock us\n[00:28.72] Tryin' to kill or stop us, jack our propers\n[00:30.66] Busta Bus, they fakin' the cake is for the takin'\n[00:33.16] While they runnin' they face, I'm lettin' the plan bake\n[00:35.24] Formulate, now look at the plot, we got\n[00:37.58] More and more shit that's hot, show to rock the spot\n[00:39.54] Clock or knot, nigga the whole pot\n[00:41.80] Ready or not, we comin' snatchin' every comer\n[00:44.42] Witcha hoe in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a muthafucker.\n[00:47.34] (Busta Rhymes:)\n[00:48.29] You can be my lady, you coul even be my lollipop sucker\n[00:49.26] The road dawg baby comin' like the mad trucker\n[00:51.74] Lot of jealous niggas lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker\n[00:54.44] God bless, oh yes, I stay fresh\n[00:56.29] Full of finesse, my congress show progress\n[00:58.25] Stylish, hit you with the shit to digest\n[01:01.16] In this rhyme shit we be some of the world's finest\n[01:03.68] Your Highness, leavin' corny niggas spineless\n[01:06.02] Attack it with the classic rhyme flow timeless.\n[01:07.82] (Chorus: Busta Rhymes)\n[01:09.01] Not a problem my squad can't fix\n[01:10.84] Cause we can do, it in the mix\n[01:12.86] So when you niggas talk trash, you can get a bust ass\n[01:15.53] Cause you know we don't fuck around\n[01:17.42] When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\n[01:20.44] Ground ground, ground ground\n[01:22.31] When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\n[01:25.67] Ground ground, ground ground.\n[01:26.42] (Jamal:)\n[01:27.13] This is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side\n[01:29.43] It's party time, and don't forget get yours, cause I'm a get mine\n[01:31.79] (Who that?) The villain til I'm peelin' a million\n[01:33.66] Ridin' dirty, and bustin' like 30-30 til a nigga end\n[01:36.59] Knowin' that the shit is fucked I'm still here to win, cheddar\n[01:38.94] If you ain't about it then I think you better\n[01:40.10] Hang the little plot you got, don't sweat it main\n[01:43.28] My nigga, my life's uncut like Kane, real _Raw_\n[01:45.29] Y'all don't know shit about Jamal or what I'm in it for:\n[01:47.98] Cash, cars, fly whores and tours\n[01:50.21] Fillin' my pipe, with no messes and no limits\n[01:52.64] Them other one scrimpin' has the tent froze frigid\n[01:54.57] Fall as a gimmick, dick lickin' chasin' chickens\n[01:57.56] I mash for the cash with the click and\n[01:59.47] Rip a show then I'm dippin' in the whip and high trippin'.\n[02:01.41] (Busta Rhymes:)\n[02:02.65] While y'all niggas hoppin' and skippin' I stick the clip in, yo\n[02:04.03] Accelerate on the gas, move fast\n[02:06.38] Blast, find a nigga [foot] in your ass\n[02:08.82] Colorful niggas, just peep the whole contrast\n[02:11.25] Flipmode is the Squad, a news flash\n[02:13.58] Bust your shit up, what the fuck, nigga get up\n[02:16.03] Violate, niggas get they whole [shit] lit up!\n[02:18.40] Break fool, niggas know the rules, rob jewels\n[02:20.46] Champagne bath, throw the Mo-et in the pool\n[02:23.06] Nigga caught a muthafuckin' strain on the brain\n[02:25.31] Ridin' on the train, I'm a whip a Benz in the rain\n[02:27.48] Oversized click on the rise so realize we be\n[02:29.98] Them niggas that dead up all you funny little small fries\n[02:32.50] The franchise, Flipmode damagin' all of you Fall Guys\n[02:34.62] Yo I'm tired of niggas they full of True Lies\n[02:38.10] No time... we got the right surprise\n[02:39.93] Need a new beginnin' need to get a baptise\n[02:42.59] You need to get a baptise\n[02:44.97] Word is bond, aiyyo.\n[02:46.63] Not a problem my squad can't fix\n[02:48.64] Cause we can do, it in the mix\n[02:50.45] So when you niggas talk trash, you can get a bust ass\n[02:53.30] Cause you know we don't fuck around\n[02:55.51] When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\n[02:58.65] Ground ground, ground ground\n[03:00.31] When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\n[03:04.15] Ground ground, ground ground.\n[03:05.63] Ground, a-ground, a-gr-gr-ground-ground\n[03:08.38] Just party to the shit like this come on\n[03:09.81] Just bounce to the muthafuckin' beat come on\n[03:12.03] You niggas don't know my brand new song come on\n[03:14.22] Aiyyo, hear me out y'all, [uhh]\n[03:16.13] Yo, and just feel my shit.\n[03:17.62] Come on, bounce what the fuck?\n[03:19.14] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: There's Not a Problem My Squad Can’t Fix\n  artist: Busta Rhymes, Jamal\n  album: When Disaster Strikes…\n  duration_ms: 356000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Jamal:)\n  start_ms: 750\n  end_ms: 1440\n- text: Come on, yeah. villain\n  start_ms: 1440\n  end_ms: 3310\n- text: Come on, aight?\n  start_ms: 3310\n  end_ms: 6060\n- text: I got this side right here\n  start_ms: 6060\n  end_ms: 8610\n- text: Take this side right there\n  start_ms: 8610\n  end_ms: 10690\n- text: Come on do this\n  start_ms: 10690\n  end_ms: 12270\n- text: Busta Bus\n  start_ms: 12270\n  end_ms: 13890\n- text: Come on. Alright?\n  start_ms: 13890\n  end_ms: 16640\n- text: Come on (here we go) stayin' street.\n  start_ms: 16640\n  end_ms: 19280\n- text: (Jamal:)\n  start_ms: 19280\n  end_ms: 21120\n- text: Paws, to the wall, with the dirty dog, raw rap-ture\n  start_ms: 21120\n  end_ms: 24260\n- text: If you ain't with it bite crotch til it break your jaw\n  start_ms: 24260\n  end_ms: 26670\n- text: (Your jaw) For tryin' to knock us\n  start_ms: 26670\n  end_ms: 28720\n- text: Tryin' to kill or stop us, jack our propers\n  start_ms: 28720\n  end_ms: 30660\n- text: Busta Bus, they fakin' the cake is for the takin'\n  start_ms: 30660\n  end_ms: 33160\n- text: While they runnin' they face, I'm lettin' the plan bake\n  start_ms: 33160\n  end_ms: 35240\n- text: Formulate, now look at the plot, we got\n  start_ms: 35240\n  end_ms: 37580\n- text: More and more shit that's hot, show to rock the spot\n  start_ms: 37580\n  end_ms: 39540\n- text: Clock or knot, nigga the whole pot\n  start_ms: 39540\n  end_ms: 41800\n- text: Ready or not, we comin' snatchin' every comer\n  start_ms: 41800\n  end_ms: 44420\n- text: Witcha hoe in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a muthafucker.\n  start_ms: 44420\n  end_ms: 47340\n- text: (Busta Rhymes:)\n  start_ms: 47340\n  end_ms: 48290\n- text: You can be my lady, you coul even be my lollipop sucker\n  start_ms: 48290\n  end_ms: 49260\n- text: The road dawg baby comin' like the mad trucker\n  start_ms: 49260\n  end_ms: 51740\n- text: Lot of jealous niggas lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker\n  start_ms: 51740\n  end_ms: 54440\n- text: God bless, oh yes, I stay fresh\n  start_ms: 54440\n  end_ms: 56290\n- text: Full of finesse, my congress show progress\n  start_ms: 56290\n  end_ms: 58250\n- text: Stylish, hit you with the shit to digest\n  start_ms: 58250\n  end_ms: 61160\n- text: In this rhyme shit we be some of the world's finest\n  start_ms: 61160\n  end_ms: 63680\n- text: Your Highness, leavin' corny niggas spineless\n  start_ms: 63680\n  end_ms: 66020\n- text: Attack it with the classic rhyme flow timeless.\n  start_ms: 66020\n  end_ms: 67820\n- text: '(Chorus: Busta Rhymes)'\n  start_ms: 67820\n  end_ms: 69010\n- text: Not a problem my squad can't fix\n  start_ms: 69010\n  end_ms: 70840\n- text: Cause we can do, it in the mix\n  start_ms: 70840\n  end_ms: 72860\n- text: So when you niggas talk trash, you can get a bust ass\n  start_ms: 72860\n  end_ms: 75530\n- text: Cause you know we don't fuck around\n  start_ms: 75530\n  end_ms: 77420\n- text: When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\n  start_ms: 77420\n  end_ms: 80440\n- text: Ground ground, ground ground\n  start_ms: 80440\n  end_ms: 82310\n- text: When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\n  start_ms: 82310\n  end_ms: 85670\n- text: Ground ground, ground ground.\n  start_ms: 85670\n  end_ms: 86420\n- text: (Jamal:)\n  start_ms: 86420\n  end_ms: 87130\n- text: This is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side\n  start_ms: 87130\n  end_ms: 89430\n- text: It's party time, and don't forget get yours, cause I'm a get mine\n  start_ms: 89430\n  end_ms: 91790\n- text: (Who that?) 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Alright?\n  Come on (here we go) stayin' street.\n\n  (Jamal:)\n  Paws, to the wall, with the dirty dog, raw rap-ture\n  If you ain't with it bite crotch til it break your jaw\n  (Your jaw) For tryin' to knock us\n  Tryin' to kill or stop us, jack our propers\n  Busta Bus, they fakin' the cake is for the takin'\n  While they runnin' they face, I'm lettin' the plan bake\n  Formulate, now look at the plot, we got\n  More and more shit that's hot, show to rock the spot\n  Clock or knot, nigga the whole pot\n  Ready or not, we comin' snatchin' every comer\n  Witcha hoe in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a muthafucker.\n\n  (Busta Rhymes:)\n  You can be my lady, you coul even be my lollipop sucker\n  The road dawg baby comin' like the mad trucker\n  Lot of jealous niggas lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker\n  God bless, oh yes, I stay fresh\n  Full of finesse, my congress show progress\n  Stylish, hit you with the shit to digest\n  In this rhyme shit we be some of the world's finest\n  Your Highness, leavin' corny niggas spineless\n  Attack it with the classic rhyme flow timeless.\n\n  (Chorus: Busta Rhymes)\n  Not a problem my squad can't fix\n  Cause we can do, it in the mix\n  So when you niggas talk trash, you can get a bust ass\n  Cause you know we don't fuck around\n  When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\n  Ground ground, ground ground\n  When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\n  Ground ground, ground ground.\n\n  (Jamal:)\n  This is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side\n  It's party time, and don't forget get yours, cause I'm a get mine\n  (Who that?) The villain til I'm peelin' a million\n  Ridin' dirty, and bustin' like 30-30 til a nigga end\n  Knowin' that the shit is fucked I'm still here to win, cheddar\n  If you ain't about it then I think you better\n  Hang the little plot you got, don't sweat it main\n  My nigga, my life's uncut like Kane, real _Raw_\n  Y'all don't know shit about Jamal or what I'm in it for:\n  Cash, cars, fly whores and tours\n  Fillin' my pipe, with no messes and no limits\n  Them other one scrimpin' has the tent froze frigid\n  Fall as a gimmick, dick lickin' chasin' chickens\n  I mash for the cash with the click and\n  Rip a show then I'm dippin' in the whip and high trippin'.\n\n  (Busta Rhymes:)\n  While y'all niggas hoppin' and skippin' I stick the clip in, yo\n  Accelerate on the gas, move fast\n  Blast, find a nigga [foot] in your ass\n  Colorful niggas, just peep the whole contrast\n  Flipmode is the Squad, a news flash\n  Bust your shit up, what the fuck, nigga get up\n  Violate, niggas get they whole [shit] lit up!\n  Break fool, niggas know the rules, rob jewels\n  Champagne bath, throw the Mo-et in the pool\n  Nigga caught a muthafuckin' strain on the brain\n  Ridin' on the train, I'm a whip a Benz in the rain\n  Oversized click on the rise so realize we be\n  Them niggas that dead up all you funny little small fries\n  The franchise, Flipmode damagin' all of you Fall Guys\n  Yo I'm tired of niggas they full of True Lies\n  No time... we got the right surprise\n  Need a new beginnin' need to get a baptise\n  You need to get a baptise\n  Word is bond, aiyyo.\n\n  Not a problem my squad can't fix\n  Cause we can do, it in the mix\n  So when you niggas talk trash, you can get a bust ass\n  Cause you know we don't fuck around\n  When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\n  Ground ground, ground ground\n  When you niggas talk shit, lay your 6 feet under the ground,\n  Ground ground, ground ground.\n\n  Ground, a-ground, a-gr-gr-ground-ground\n  Just party to the shit like this come on\n  Just bounce to the muthafuckin' beat come on\n  You niggas don't know my brand new song come on\n  Aiyyo, hear me out y'all, [uhh]\n  Yo, and just feel my shit.\n  Come on, bounce what the fuck?\n"}]