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(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
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