U Can't Handle This

You would if you could but you can't so you ain't The minute I step in dis bitch, I hear, oh shit, mothaf**ka, goddamn Watch out for dat nigga, you can't handle 'em for a period of time No one can match those rhymes to mine I'm top of the line Prickin' your a*s like a porcupine, I know what to do To knock your stupid a*s so bad it ain't no challenge this ain't No mothaf**kin' fluke, this pure deep talent I'm gifted, explicit mistressed and explicit brand new home Same old nigga, I ain't playin' with you bitches, why you niggaz Be rappin' like you're scared and unprepared, I'm gonna've ya' Leave this mothaf**ka sayin' what'd that mothaf**ka 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 Niggaz that got beef with me better bring a heater or either bow Down to me, cut off you d**k, Jesus, thats the reason I'm f**kin' with niggaz, wasup with dem niggaz, dats talkin' shit You better go f**k wit another nigga U cant handle this Oh shit, mothaf**ka, goddamn, oh shit, mothaf**ka, goddamn Oh shit, mothaf**ka, goddamn, oh shit, mothaf**ka, goddamn Oh shit, mothaf**ka, goddamn, oh shit, mothaf**ka, goddamn Oh shit, mothaf**ka, goddamn, oh shit, mothaf**ka, goddamn Certified Rhyme Busta, bitch nigga, bitch nigga, same nigga If I'm not that nigga, but that nigga from punks still come with The rif-raf, went from gold diggin', to gold chains I went from Club Train, Ta Soul Train fightin' like a Wild Coyote Like Capone, hot seller, keep your f**kin' deck deader Then a bad woodpecker, I don't like niggaz tryin' to run up on my shit And set, I'm the tarantula on the caterpillar Bitch I'll kill ya, catch more attention then oriental peacocks Phat rhymes, hot tracks, a full room of Reeboks, I've got the gift That'll make a bitch get off me spent like Charles Barkley so bitch Don't start me, who's that click use to be mobbin' in my hood Beware, here I go, get that boy good, come like, there I was When were y'all idiots in the cut I raise the hacksaw, you jump back Now y'all niggaz don't want no trouble, can't stop us Oh shit, mothaf**ka, goddamn, oh shit, mothaf**ka, goddamn Oh shit, mothaf**ka, goddamn, oh shit, mothaf**ka, goddamn Oh shit, mothaf**ka, goddamn, oh shit, mothaf**ka, goddamn Oh shit, mothaf**ka, goddamn, oh shit, mothaf**ka, goddamn I know y'all nigga know better than to f**k wit the man Don't ya, don't ya, nigga don't you know what my style can't be poached And every nigga around, probably got beef wit somebody but that's The same nigga between the fighters, I ain't got it I ain't got it When underground rules, will be the day my legs start to shake Another nigga, 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 y'all niggaz can't do what I do man f**k that, nigga Now motherf**k you, good Lord, the Rhymes come through So hardcore bitch, I got it if you bad enuff to take it, it's yours A lyrical a*s whoopin' is what I'm cookin' hungry, spittin' all over Your room when you wasn't lookin' ain't no canibus The wrong nigga, with da mess you get the flatback like Rambo bitch You can't handle this Oh shit, mothaf**ka, goddamn, oh shit, mothaf**ka, goddamn Oh shit, mothaf**ka, goddamn, oh shit, mothaf**ka, goddamn Oh shit, mothaf**ka, goddamn, oh shit, mothaf**ka, goddamn Oh shit, mothaf**ka, goddamn, oh shit, mothaf**ka, goddamn