Текст песни Mystikal - U Cant Handle This
Mystikal - U Cant Handle This слова песни
<mystikal talking>You would if you couldBut you cantSo you aint<mystikal>The minute I step in dis bitchI hear oh shit mothafucka, God damn!Watch out for dat niggaYou cant handle emFor a period of timeNoone can match those rhymes to mineIm top of the linePrickin your ass like a porcupineI know what to do to knock your stupid ass so bad it aint no challenge!This aint no mothafuckin fluke, this pure deep talent!Im gifted, explicit mistressed and explicitBrand new home, same old niggaI aint playin with you bitches!Why you niggaz be rappinLike your scared and unpreparedIm gonn have ya leave this mothafucka sayin whatd that mothafucka said? Gimme the bud, the weed I puff like elvis and the beetlesThat gets blazed, then a couple soft mcs on pins and needlesNiggaz that got beef wit meBetter bring a heaterOr either bow down to meCut off you dick, jesusThats the reason Im fuckin wit niggazWasup wit dem niggaz dats talkin shitYou better go fuck wit anotha niggaYou cant handle this!<chorus>Oh shit, motha fucka! God damn! x8<mystikal>Certified rhyme bustaBitch nigga, bitch niggaSame nigga, if Im not that niggaBut that nigga from punks, still come with the rif rafWent from gold diggin, ta gold chainsI went from club train, ta soul train!Fightin like a wild coyoteLike capone, hot sellerKeep your fuckin deck deader, then a bad woodpeckerI dont like niggaz tryin ta run up on my shit and setIm the tarantula on the catipillar, bitch ill kill yaCatch more attention, then oriental peacocksPhat rhymes, hot tracks, a full room of rebocksIve got the gift thatll make a bitch get off meSpent like charles barkleySo bitch dont start me!Whos that click? Use to be mobbin in my hoodBeware! here I go!Get that boy goodCome like, there I wasWhen were yall idiots in the cut? I raise the hacksaw, you jump backNow yall niggaz dont want no trouble, cant stop us<chorus x8><mystikal>I know yall nigga know better than to fuck wit tha manDont ya (dont ya)Nigga dont you know what my style cant be poachedAnd every nigga around, probably got beef wit somebodyBut thats the same nigga between the fightersI aint got it (I aint got it)When underground rules, will be tha dayMy legs start to shakeAnother nigga couldnt off throw me on skates!Im the supplierThe gasoline on your fire, got em dodge emMichael tyler! the drunken fighterYall niggaz cant do what I do!(man fuck that nigga)Naw motherfuck you!Good lord, the rhymes come through so hardcoreBitch I got it if you bad enuff to take itIts yours!A lyrical ass whoopinIs what Im cookinHungry, spittin all over your room when you wasnt lookinAint no canibus, the wrong nigga with ta messYou get tha flatback like rambo bitchYou cant handle this!<chorus till fade> (11 times)