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)