(Intro: Barron Ricks)
That`s right nigga, dynamic duo style, what?
Green horn in a cadle style motherfucker
(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)
Fuck 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, fuckin` freak of shit
(B-Real)
Motherfuckers 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 fuckin` handle this
(So can you handle this) It be that Cypress Hill shit
(So can you handle this) They can`t fuckin` handle this
(So can you handle this) Handle this, y`all can`t fuck 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 FUCK!!
(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 fuckin` handle this
(So can you handle this) It be that Cypress Hill shit
(So can you handle this) They can`t fuckin` handle this
(So can you handle this) Handle this, y`all can`t fuck with this
