Mystikal - U Can't Handle This lyrics
You would if you could
But you can't
So you ain't
The minute i step in dis b**h
I hear oh sh** mothaf**a, god damn!
Watch out for dat n***a
You cant handle em
For a period of time
Noone can match those rhymes to mine
Im 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 mothaf**in fluke, this pure deep talent!
Im gifted, explicit mistressed and explicit
Brand new home, same old n***a
I aint playin with you b**hes!
Why you n***az be rappin
Like your scared and unprepared
Im gonn have ya leave this mothaf**a sayin whatd that mothaf**a 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
n***az that got beef wit me
Better bring a heater
Or either bow down to me
Cut off you dick, jesus
Thats the reason im f**in wit n***az
Wasup wit dem n***az dats talkin sh**
You better go f** wit anotha n***a
You cant handle this!
Oh sh**, motha f**a! god damn! x8
Certified rhyme busta
b**h n***a, b**h n***a
Same n***a, if im 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 f**in deck deader, then a bad woodpecker
I dont like n***az tryin ta run up on my sh** and set
Im the tarantula on the catipillar, b**h ill k** ya
Catch more attention, then oriental peaco*ks
Phat rhymes, hot tracks, a full room of rebocks
Ive got the gift thatll make a b**h get off me
Spent like charles barkley
So b**h dont 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 n***az dont want no trouble, cant stop us
I know ya'll n***a know better than to f** wit tha man
Dont ya (dont ya)
n***a dont you know what my style cant be poached
And every n***a around, probably got beef wit somebody
But thats 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 couldnt off throw me on skates!
Im the supplier
The gasoline on your fire, got em dodge em
Michael tyler! the drunken fighter
Yall n***az cant do what i do!
(man f** that n***a)
Naw motherf** you!
Good lord, the rhymes come through so hardcore
b**h i got it if you bad enuff to take it
Its yours!
A lyrical a** whoopin
Is what im cookin
Hungry, spittin all over your room when you wasnt lookin
Aint no canibus, the wrong n***a with ta mess
You get tha flatback like rambo b**h
You cant handle this!
(11 times)