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U Can't Handle This

You would if you could but you can't so you ain'tThe minute I step in dis bitch, I hear, oh shit, mothafucka, 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 ass like a porcupine, I know what to do

To knock your stupid ass so bad it ain't no challenge this ain't

No mothafuckin' fluke, this pure deep talentI'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 mothafucka sayin' what'd 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 needlesNiggaz that got beef with me better bring a heater or either bow

Down to me, cut off you dick, Jesus, thats the reason

I'm fuckin' with niggaz, wasup with dem niggaz, dats talkin' shit

You better go fuck wit another nigga

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Oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn, oh shit, mothafucka, goddamnCertified 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 fuckin' 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 caterpillarBitch 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 usOh shit, mothafucka, goddamn, oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn

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Oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn, oh shit, mothafucka, goddamnI know y'all nigga know better than to fuck 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 shakeAnother 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 fuck that, nigga

Now motherfuck you, good Lord, the Rhymes come through

So hardcore bitch, I got it if you bad enuff to take it, it's yoursA lyrical ass 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

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