U Can't Handle This Lyrics - Unpredictable - Mystikal

You would if you could 

But you can't 

So you ain't 

The minute I step in dis bitch 

I hear Oh shit Mothafucka God Damn! 

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 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 your scared and unprepared 

I'm gonn have ya leave this mothafucka sayin Whatd 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 needles 

Niggaz that got beef wit me 

Better bring a heater 

or either bow down to me 

Cut off you dick, jesus 

that's the reason I'm fuckin wit niggaz 

Wasup wit dem niggaz dats talkin shit 

You better go fuck wit anotha nigga 

You can't handle this! 

Oh shit, Motha Fucka! God Damn! x8 

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, ta 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 ta run up on my shit and set 

I'm the tarantula on the catipillar, Bitch ill kill ya 

Catch more attention, then oriental peacocks 

Phat rhymes, Hot tracks, A full room of rebocks 

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 

I know ya'll nigga know better than to fuck wit tha man 

don't ya (dont 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 tha day 

My legs start to shake 

another nigga couldnt 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) 

Naw Motherfuck you! 

Good lord, the rhymes come through so hardcore 

Bitch I got it if you bad enuff to take it 

Its yours! 

A 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 ta mess 

You get tha flatback like rambo Bitch 

YOu can't handle this! 

(11 times)