LRC歌词
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[00:00.810]U Can't Handle This
[00:02.400]Mystikal
[00:04.380][mystikal talking]
[00:05.130]You would if you could
[00:07.140]But you can't
[00:08.130]So you ain't
[00:09.210][mystikal
[00:09.450]The minute I step in dis b**ch
[00:11.460]I hear Oh sh*t Mothaf**ka, God Damn!
[00:13.170]Watch out for dat ni**a
[00:14.490]You can't handle em
[00:15.660]For a period of time
[00:16.680]Noone can match those rhymes to mine
[00:18.450]I'm top of the line
[00:19.140]Prickin your a**like a porcupine
[00:20.940]I know what to do to knock your stupid a**so bad It ain't no challenge!
[00:23.550]This ain't no mothaf**kin fluke, This pure deep talent!
[00:26.430]I'm Gifted, Explicit mistressed and Explicit
[00:28.590]Brand new home, same old ni**a
[00:29.940]I ain't playin with you b**ches!
[00:31.440]Why you niggaz be rappin
[00:32.520]Like your scared and unprepared
[00:33.870]I'm gonn have ya leave this mothaf**ka sayin Whatd that mothaf**ka said?
[00:36.780]Gimme the bud, the w**d I puff like elvis and the beetles
[00:39.150]That gets blazed, then a couple soft MC's on pins and needles
[00:42.060]Niggaz that got beef wit me
[00:43.290]Better bring a heater
[00:44.190]Or either bow down to me
[00:45.630]Cut off you dick, jesus
[00:47.130]That's the reason I'm f**kin wit niggaz
[00:48.330]Wasup wit dem niggaz dats talkin sh*t
[00:49.680]You better go f**k wit anotha ni**a
[00:51.030]You can't handle this!
[00:52.770][chorus
[00:53.160]Oh sh*t, Motha F**ka!God Damn![x8]
[00:56.880][mystikal
[00:58.650]Certified rhyme busta
[01:03.600]B**ch Ni**a, B**ch ni**a
[01:05.850]Same ni**a, If I'm not that ni**a
[01:09.600]But that ni**a from punks, still come with the rif raf
[01:18.120]Went from Gold diggin, ta gold chains
[01:20.700]I went from Club Train, Ta Soul Train!
[01:23.070]Fightin like a wild coyote
[01:24.000]Like capone, hot seller
[01:25.950]Keep your f**kin deck deader, then a bad woodpecker
[01:29.370]I don't like niggaz tryin ta run up on my sh*t and set
[01:31.200]I'm the tarantula on the catipillar, B**ch I'll kill ya
[01:34.080]Catch more attention, then oriental peacocks
[01:36.750]Phat rhymes, Hot tracks, A full room of rebocks
[01:39.630]I've got the gift thatll make a B**ch get off me
[01:41.850]Spent like charles barkley
[01:43.080]So b**ch don't start me!
[01:44.640]Whos that click?
[01:45.360]Use to be mobbin in my hood
[01:46.560]Beware!Here I go!
[01:48.600]Get that boy good
[01:49.560]Come like, there I was
[01:50.760]When were yall idiots in the cut?
[01:51.900]I raise the hacksaw, you jump back
[01:53.400]Now yall niggaz don't want no trouble, can't stop us
[01:59.490][chorus x8]
[02:07.110][mystikal
[02:09.720]I know ya'll ni**a know better than to f**k wit tha man
[02:17.160]Don't ya (don't ya)
[02:18.840]Ni**a don't you know what my style can't be poached
[02:20.790]And every ni**a around, probably got beef wit somebody
[02:23.400]But that's the same ni**a between the fighters
[02:24.720]I ain't got it (i ain't got it)
[02:26.340]When underground rules, will be tha day
[02:27.480]My legs start to shake
[02:29.040]Another ni**a couldn't off throw me on skates!
[02:31.620]I'm the supplier
[02:32.520]The gasoline on your fire, Got em dodge em
[02:35.220]Michael Tyler!The drunken fighter
[02:37.740]Yall Niggaz can't do what I do!
[02:39.540](man f**k that ni**a)
[02:40.320]Naw Motherf**k you!
[02:41.850]Good lord, the rhymes come through so hardcore
[02:44.640]B**ch I got it if you bad enuff to take it
[02:46.410]Its yours!
[02:47.220]A lyrical a**whoopin
[02:48.420]Is what i'm cookin
[02:49.800]Hungry, Spittin all over your room when you wasn't lookin
[02:52.470]Ain't no canibus, the wrong ni**a with ta mess
[02:54.810]You get tha flatback like rambo B**ch
[03:00.750]YOu can't handle this!
[03:04.890][chorus till fade][11 times]
文本歌词
U Can't Handle This
Mystikal
You would if you could
But you can't
So you ain't
The minute I step in dis b**ch
I hear Oh sh*t Mothaf**ka, God Damn!
Watch out for dat ni**a
You can't handle em
For a period of time
Noone can match those rhymes to mine
I'm top of the line
Prickin your a**like a porcupine
I know what to do to knock your stupid a**so bad It ain't no challenge!
This ain't no mothaf**kin fluke, This pure deep talent!
I'm Gifted, Explicit mistressed and Explicit
Brand new home, same old ni**a
I ain't playin with you b**ches!
Why you niggaz be rappin
Like your scared and unprepared
I'm gonn have ya leave this mothaf**ka sayin Whatd that mothaf**ka said?
Gimme the bud, the w**d 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 f**kin wit niggaz
Wasup wit dem niggaz dats talkin sh*t
You better go f**k wit anotha ni**a
You can't handle this!
Oh sh*t, Motha F**ka!God Damn!
Certified rhyme busta
B**ch Ni**a, B**ch ni**a
Same ni**a, If I'm not that ni**a
But that ni**a 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 f**kin deck deader, then a bad woodpecker
I don't like niggaz tryin ta run up on my sh*t and set
I'm the tarantula on the catipillar, B**ch I'll kill ya
Catch more attention, then oriental peacocks
Phat rhymes, Hot tracks, A full room of rebocks
I've got the gift thatll make a B**ch get off me
Spent like charles barkley
So b**ch don't start me!
Whos that click?
Use to be mobbin in my hood
Beware!Here I go!
Get that boy good
Come like, there I was
When were yall idiots in the cut?
I raise the hacksaw, you jump back
Now yall niggaz don't want no trouble, can't stop us
I know ya'll ni**a know better than to f**k wit tha man
Don't ya (don't ya)
Ni**a don't you know what my style can't be poached
And every ni**a around, probably got beef wit somebody
But that's the same ni**a 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 ni**a 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
Yall Niggaz can't do what I do!
(man f**k that ni**a)
Naw Motherf**k you!
Good lord, the rhymes come through so hardcore
B**ch I got it if you bad enuff to take it
Its yours!
A lyrical a**whoopin
Is what i'm cookin
Hungry, Spittin all over your room when you wasn't lookin
Ain't no canibus, the wrong ni**a with ta mess
You get tha flatback like rambo B**ch
YOu can't handle this!