[Intro: Barron Ricks]
That's right n****, dynamic duo style, what?
Green horn in a cadle style m***********
[Barron Ricks]
Oh s***, 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***** afrail
(Post-dated, put 'em in the mail n****)
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***** 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***** 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*****' freak of s***
[B-Real]
m************ 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 glass
full of jack and smokin' hash
[Chorus: B-Real]
(So can you handle this) They can't f*****' handle this
(So can you handle this) It be that Cypress Hill s***
(So can you handle this) They can't f*****' 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***** pay up
Now, what the f***!!
[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 s***
lame s***, Cypress is all about the Mary Jane s***
[B-Real]
No competition can handle the whole mission
b****** 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*****' handle this
(So can you handle this) It be that Cypress Hill s***
(So can you handle this) They can't f*****' handle this
(So can you handle this) Handle this, y'all can't f*** with this
That's right n****, dynamic duo style, what?
Green horn in a cadle style m***********
[Barron Ricks]
Oh s***, 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***** afrail
(Post-dated, put 'em in the mail n****)
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***** 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***** 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*****' freak of s***
[B-Real]
m************ 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 glass
full of jack and smokin' hash
[Chorus: B-Real]
(So can you handle this) They can't f*****' handle this
(So can you handle this) It be that Cypress Hill s***
(So can you handle this) They can't f*****' 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***** pay up
Now, what the f***!!
[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 s***
lame s***, Cypress is all about the Mary Jane s***
[B-Real]
No competition can handle the whole mission
b****** 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*****' handle this
(So can you handle this) It be that Cypress Hill s***
(So can you handle this) They can't f*****' handle this
(So can you handle this) Handle this, y'all can't f*** with this