U Can't Handle This Lyrics
You would if you could
But you can't
So you ain't
The minute I step in this b***h
I hear Oh s**t Mothafucka, God Damn!
Watch out for dat n***a
You can't handle em
For a period of time
Noone can match those rhymes to mine
I'm top of the line
Prickin your a** like a porcupine
I know what to do to knock your stupid a** so bad It aint no challenge!
This aint no mothafuckin fluke, This pure deep talent!
I'm Gifted, Explicit mistressed and Explicit
Brand new home, same old n***a
I aint playin with you b*****s!
Why you ni***z be rappin
Like your scared and unprepared
I'm gonn have ya leave this mothafucka sayin Whatd that mothafucka said?
Gimme the bud, the weed I puff like elvis and the beetles
That gets blazed, then a couple soft mc's on pins and needles
Ni***z that got beef wit me
Better bring a heater
Or either bow down to me
Cut off you d**k, jesus
That's the reason I'm fuckin wit ni***z
Wasup wit dem ni***z dats talkin s**t
You better go f**k wit anotha n***a
You can't handle this!
Oh s**t, Motha Fucka! God Damn! [x8]
Certified rhyme busta
B***h n***a, b***h n***a
Same n***a, If I'm not that n***a
But that n***a from punks, still come with the rif raf
Went from Gold diggin, ta gold chains
I went from Club Train, Ta Soul Train!
Fightin like a wild coyote
Like capone, hot seller
Keep your fuckin deck deader, then a bad woodpecker
I don't like ni***z tryin ta run up on my s**t and set
I'm the tarantula on the catipillar, b***h I'll kill ya
Catch more attention, then oriental peacocks
Phat rhymes, Hot tracks, A full room of rebocks
I've got the gift thatll make a b***h get off me
Spent like charles barkley
So b***h don't start me!
Whos that click?
Use to be mobbin in my hood
Beware! Here I go!
Get that boy good
Come like, there I was
When were yall idiots in the cut?
I raise the hacksaw, you jump back
Now yall ni***z don't want no trouble, can't stop us
I know ya'll n***a know better than to f**k wit tha man
Don't ya (don't ya)
N***a don't you know what my style can't be poached
And every n***a around, probably got beef wit somebody
But that's the same n***a between the fighters
I aint got it (i aint got it)
When underground rules, will be tha day
My legs start to shake
Another n***a couldn't off throw me on skates!
I'm the supplier
The gasoline on your fire, Got em dodge em
Michael Tyler! The drunken fighter
Yall ni***z can't do what I do!
(man f**k that nigga)
Naw Moth*****k you!
Good lord, the rhymes come through so hardcore
B***h I got it if you bad enuff to take it
A lyrical a** whoopin
Is what I'm cookin
Hungry, Spittin all over your room when you wasn't lookin
Aint no canibus, the wrong n***a with ta mess
You get tha flatback like rambo b***h
You can't handle this!
[chorus till fade] [11 times]
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