Can You Handle This

(Intro: Barron Ricks)
 That's right nigga, dynamic duo style, what?
 Green horn in a cadle style motherf**ker
 (Barron Ricks)
 Oh shit, my styles' progress like hot sex upon a firm matress
 But limit the techniques to get freak
 Now look at me, Cavarsay, Cognac, VS'll be puffin' the don-deago
 Macanoodle, out armadayo
 (B-Real)
 Yayo, up, ready to sell and bail, we niggas afrail
 (Post-dated, put 'em in the mail nigga)
 I'm the hill figure, deliver your body to the river (uh)
 How you feelin' (how you), how you livin' (how you), how you breathin'
 (Barron Ricks)
 F**k it, whatever's clever, fort and sex and def or real I got your back
 Which ever Squadron you attack yo I attack
 I got my automated Mossberg, hand on the pump
 ready to dump, so yo we gettin' dum-de-de-dum-dum-dum
 (B-Real)
 Dum-de-de-dum, when they hearin' the gats hum like a siren
 Niggas they be, barkin' and whilin'
 Thuggin' in stylin', holdin' the dope smilin'
 Yo, smooth, what you pilin' up, go make a move
 (Barron Ricks)
 Yo, path for Central Harlem where niggas be sparkin' son I beg your pardon
 Ese rollin', if you got it, pass it to the margin
 If you want it greedy, come and get it
 Aiyyo, we got it, Cypress, Cannibus Seeteeva, f**kin' freak of shit
 (B-Real)
 Motherf**kers refuse to loose my whole crew, don't get it confused
 Don't light a fuse or get bruised
 Like a gat I'll have to bust your ass or feel the blast of the shot glass
 full of jack and smokin' hash
 (Chorus: B-Real)
 (So can you handle this) They can't f**kin' handle this
 (So can you handle this) It be that Cypress Hill shit
 (So can you handle this) They can't f**kin' handle this
 (So can you handle this) Handle this, y'all can't f**k with this
 (B-Real)
 Back up in the mills of the Cypress Hill
 You catchin' a thrill, coppin' a feel, the whole steel
 Everybody put their blunts up in the sky
 Cause everybody's sparkin' the dutches and gettin' high
 (Barron Ricks)
 At 1-5-5, the city bread it, exit, got that method
 Yo, what y'all infected, we crashin' fords ain't no substitutions
 Me and B-Real want all our restitution's
 that means our back pays so niggas pay up
 Now, what the F**K!
 (B-Real)
 I'm an addict, addicted to static and bad habits
 Bringin' the magic, opposite the Nina Milli Automatic
 War is war, a battles' a battle, the gat'll be your friend
 It'll be your end, it'll be your shadow
 (Barron Ricks)
 Now y'all shadowboxinists, irrational, rap new recruitin'
 dirty denim, timb boots, hummin', gunnin' for his competition
 Listen yo, we all be on that trivial don't change shit
 lame shit, Cypress is all about the Mary Jane shit
 (B-Real)
 No competition can handle the whole mission
 Bitches are wishin' me on but they won't last long
 Family ties are fly, do you do or die
 You try to escape, all the visions up in your mind
 (Chorus: B-Real)
 (So can you handle this) They can't f**kin' handle this
 (So can you handle this) It be that Cypress Hill shit
 (So can you handle this) They can't f**kin' handle this
 (So can you handle this) Handle this, y'all can't f**k with this