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


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C'mon, yeah, villain
C'mon, aight?
I got this side right here
Take this side right there
C'mon do this
Busta Bus
C'mon, aight?
C'mon (here we go) stayin street

Paws, to the wall, with the dirty dog, raw rap-ture
If you ain't with it bite crotch til it break your jaw
(Your jaw) For tryin to knock us
Tryin to kill or stop us, jack our propers
Busta Bus, they fakin, the cake is for the takin
While they runnin they face, I'm lettin the plan bake
Formulate, now look at the plot, we got
More and more shit that's hot, show to rock the spot
Clock or knot, nigga the whole pot
Ready or not, we comin, snatchin every comer
Witcha ho in the Benz-O, dumbin like a motherfucker

You can be my lady, you could even be my lollipop sucker
The road dawg baby comin like the mad trucker
Lot of jealous niggas lookin funnier than Chris Tucker
God bless, oh yes, I stay fresh
Full of finesse, my congress show progress
Stylish, hit you with the shit to digest
In this rhyme shit we be some of the world's finest
Your Highness, leavin corny niggas spineless
Attack it with the classic rhyme flow timeless (ha ha)

Not a problem my squad can't fix
Cause we can do, it in the mix
So when you niggas talk trash, you can get a bust ass
Cause you know we don't fuck around
When you niggas talk shit, lay ya six feet under the ground
Ground ground, ground ground
When you niggas talk shit, lay ya six feet under the ground
Ground ground, ground ground

This is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side
It's party time, and don't forget get yours, cause I'mma get mine
(Who dat?) The villain til I'm peelin a million
Ridin dirty, and bustin like thirty-thirty, til a nigga end
Knowin that the shit is fucked I'm still here to win (what?)
Cheddar (uh) if you ain't about it then I think you better
Hang the little plot you got, don't sweat it main
My nigga, my life's uncut like Kane, real raw
Y'all don't know shit about Jamal or what I'm in it for:
Cash, cars, fly whores and tours
Fillin my pipe, with no messes and no limits
Them other one scrimpin, has the tent froze frigid
Fraud as a gimmick, dick lickin chasin chickens
I mash for the cash with the click and
Rip a show then I'm dippin in the whip and high trippin

While y'all niggas hoppin and skippin I stick the clip in, yo
Accelerate on the gas, move fast
Blast, find a nigga FOOT in your ass
Colorful niggas, just peep the whole contrast
Flipmode is the Squad, a news flash
Bust your shit up, what the fuck, nigga get up
Violate, niggas get they whole SHIT lit up!
Break fool, niggas know the rules, rob jewels
Champagne bath, throw the Moet in the pool
Nigga caught a motherfuckin strain on the brain
Ridin on the train, I'mma whip a Benz in the rain
Oversized click on the rise so realize we be
Dem niggas that dead up all you funny little small fries
The franchise, Flipmode damagin all of you fall guys
Yo I'm tired of niggas they full of true lies
No time.. we got the right surprise
Need a new beginnin, need to get a baptise
Ha ha, you need to get a baptise
Word is bond, aiyyo

Not a problem my squad can't fix
Cause we can do, it in the mix
So when you niggas talk trash, you can get a bust ass
Cause you know we don't fuck around
When you niggas talk shit, lay ya six feet under the ground
Ground ground, ground ground
When you niggas talk shit, lay ya six feet under the ground
Ground ground, ground ground

Ground, a-ground, a-gr-gr-ground-ground
Just party to the shit like this c'mon
Just bounce to the motherfuckin beat c'mon
You niggas don't know my brand new song c'mon
Aiyyo, hear me out y'all, UHH




Yo, and just feel my shit
C'mon bounce what the fuck?

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Jamal's song "There's Not a Problem My Squad Can't Fix" open with some vocalizations and ad-libs before launching into boasts from the rapper about his prowess and that of his crew. The opening bars present a gritty image with references to "raw rap-ture" and a "dirty dog," and describe the consequences of those who try to stand in their way. The lyrics go on to reference "Busta Bus," (Busta Rhymes) and indicate negative feelings toward those who "fake" and attempt to interfere with their success. Throughout the verses, Jamal utilizes complex rhyming schemes and wordplay while boasting about his confidence, style, and lyrical ability. The chorus, repeated twice throughout the song, emphasizes that the singer's squad is capable of solving any problems that arise, and warning against speaking ill of the crew.


Line by Line Meaning

C'mon, yeah, villain
Come on, acknowledge my presence as a villain


C'mon, aight?
Come on, okay?


I got this side right here
I am in control of this area


Take this side right there
Take control of that area


C'mon do this
Come on, let's do this


Busta Bus
Referring to someone named Busta Bus


C'mon, aight?
Come on, okay?


C'mon (here we go) stayin street
Come on, let's stay true to the streets


Paws, to the wall, with the dirty dog, raw rap-ture
Putting in maximum effort, expressing raw and powerful rap


If you ain't with it bite crotch til it break your jaw
If you're not supportive, I will attack and silence you


(Your jaw) For tryin to knock us
For attempting to bring us down


Tryin to kill or stop us, jack our propers
Trying to harm or hinder our success and claim our achievements


Busta Bus, they fakin, the cake is for the takin
They're pretending, but the rewards are there for us to claim


While they runnin they face, I'm lettin the plan bake
While they waste time talking, I'm executing my strategy


Formulate, now look at the plot, we got
Planning and strategizing, now observe what we have achieved


More and more shit that's hot, show to rock the spot
More and more impressive things, proving our ability to dominate


Clock or knot, nigga the whole pot
Gathering wealth, covering the entire scope


Ready or not, we comin, snatchin every comer
Whether they are prepared or not, we are coming to conquer all challengers


Witcha ho in the Benz-O, dumbin like a motherfucker
With your partner in the expensive Benz, causing chaos


You can be my lady, you could even be my lollipop sucker
You can be my romantic partner, or even just someone I have fun with


The road dawg baby comin like the mad trucker
I'm coming with intensity and aggression like a reckless truck driver


Lot of jealous niggas lookin funnier than Chris Tucker
There are many envious individuals who appear ridiculous, like Chris Tucker in a comedic role


God bless, oh yes, I stay fresh
I am blessed by God, and yes, I always maintain a stylish, fashionable appearance


Full of finesse, my congress show progress
I possess great skill and elegance, my collective actions demonstrate advancement


Stylish, hit you with the shit to digest
Fashionable and impressive, I deliver content that is thought-provoking


In this rhyme shit we be some of the world's finest
In the realm of hip-hop, we are considered among the best


Your Highness, leavin corny niggas spineless
As a person of distinction, I render weak individuals completely powerless


Attack it with the classic rhyme flow timeless (ha ha)
Approach it with a traditional, timeless style of rapping


Not a problem my squad can't fix
There is no issue that my group cannot resolve


Cause we can do, it in the mix
Because we have the ability to handle any situation


So when you niggas talk trash, you can get a bust ass
So when you speak negatively, you will face consequences


Cause you know we don't fuck around
Because you are aware that we do not tolerate nonsense


When you niggas talk shit, lay ya six feet under the ground
When you insult or threaten, you will end up dead and buried


This is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side
This is how we roll, show your excitement by waving your hands


It's party time, and don't forget get yours, cause I'mma get mine
It's time to celebrate, make sure you enjoy yourself because I will certainly enjoy myself


(Who dat?) The villain til I'm peelin a million
(Who is that?) I am the villain until I accumulate a million dollars


Ridin dirty, and bustin like thirty-thirty, til a nigga end
Engaging in illegal activities and shooting like a thirty-thirty rifle, until my demise


Knowin that the shit is fucked I'm still here to win (what?)
Despite knowing that circumstances are unfavorable, I am determined to achieve victory


Cheddar (uh) if you ain't about it then I think you better
Wealth, if you are not involved in its pursuit, I suggest you reconsider


Hang the little plot you got, don't sweat it main
Abandon your insignificant plan, don't worry about it, my friend


My nigga, my life's uncut like Kane, real raw
My friend, my life is unfiltered and intense, just like the rapper Big Daddy Kane


Y'all don't know shit about Jamal or what I'm in it for:
You have no knowledge of Jamal or my motivations


Cash, cars, fly whores and tours
Money, luxury cars, attractive women, and performing on tours


Fillin my pipe, with no messes and no limits
Enjoying myself without any obligations or restrictions


Them other ones scrimpin, has the tent froze frigid
Other individuals are being cheap, while I have expensive luxury items


Fraud as a gimmick, dick lickin chasin chickens
Deceiving others as a trick, engaging in sycophantic behavior to pursue women


I mash for the cash with the click and
I work hard and hustle for money with my crew


Rip a show then I'm dippin in the whip and high trippin
After giving an outstanding performance, I quickly leave in my car, feeling euphoric


While y'all niggas hoppin and skippin I stick the clip in, yo
While you all are hesitating and avoiding, I am preparing my weapon, listen


Accelerate on the gas, move fast
Step on the gas pedal and drive at high speed


Blast, find a nigga FOOT in your ass
Fire a weapon and make sure a person receives punishment


Colorful niggas, just peep the whole contrast
Vibrant and distinct individuals, observe the complete difference


Flipmode is the Squad, a news flash
Flipmode is the collective group, a piece of news for you


Bust your shit up, what the fuck, nigga get up
Cause damage to your belongings, what is going on? Get up, man


Violate, niggas get they whole SHIT lit up!
Cross the line, and people will face severe consequences


Break fool, niggas know the rules, rob jewels
Behave recklessly, people are aware of the standards, steal valuable items


Champagne bath, throw the Moet in the pool
Celebrate with a luxurious bath, throw expensive champagne into the pool


Nigga caught a motherfuckin strain on the brain
A person became mentally exhausted from dealing with challenging situations


Ridin on the train, I'mma whip a Benz in the rain
Commute on public transportation, but I will drive a luxurious Benz even in bad weather


Oversized click on the rise so realize we be
A large group gaining popularity, acknowledge our presence


Dem niggas that dead up all you funny little small fries
Those guys who easily defeat all of you insignificant individuals


The franchise, Flipmode damagin all of you fall guys
We are the dominant force, Flipmode, causing harm to all of you weak individuals


Yo I'm tired of niggas they full of true lies
I am exhausted by dishonest individuals


No time.. we got the right surprises
No need to waste time, we have the perfect unexpected actions


Need a new beginnin, need to get a baptise
Require a fresh start, need to be reborn through baptism


Ha ha, you need to get a baptise
Laughs, you need to experience rebirth through baptism


Word is bond, aiyyo
What I say is true, listen up


Ground, a-ground, a-gr-gr-ground-ground
Referring to the earth, emphasizing its significance


Just party to the shit like this c'mon
Simply enjoy and participate in this exciting situation, come on


Just bounce to the motherfuckin beat c'mon
Just move to the lively rhythm, come on


You niggas don't know my brand new song c'mon
You guys are not familiar with my latest song, come on


Aiyyo, hear me out y'all, UHH
Listen to me, everyone, attention


Yo, and just feel my shit
And just appreciate my work


C'mon bounce what the fuck?
Come on, move energetically, what's the problem?




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: MIKE CLEVELAND, JAMAL T S PHILLIPS, TREVOR SMITH

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