Barron Ricks - Can You Handle This lyrics

(Intro: Barron Ricks) That's right n***a, dynamic duo style, what? Green horn in a cadle style motherf**er (Barron Ricks) Oh sh**, my styles' progress like hot s** 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 n***as afrail (Post-dated, put 'em in the mail n***a) 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** it, whatever's clever, fort and s** 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 n***as 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 n***as be sparkin' son I beg your pardon Ese rollin', if you got it, pa** it to the margin If you want it greedy, come and get it Aiyyo, we got it, Cypress, Cannibus Seeteeva, f**in' freak of sh** (B-Real) Motherf**ers 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 a** or feel the blast of the shot gla** Full of jack and smokin' hash (Chorus: B-Real) (So can you handle this) They can't f**in' handle this (So can you handle this) It be that Cypress Hill sh** (So can you handle this) They can't f**in' handle this (So can you handle this) Handle this, y'all can't f** 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 n***as pay up Now, what the fu*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 sh** Lame sh**, Cypress is all about the Mary Jane sh** (B-Real) No competition can handle the whole mission b**hes 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**in' handle this (So can you handle this) It be that Cypress Hill sh** (So can you handle this) They can't f**in' handle this (So can you handle this) Handle this, y'all can't f** with this