I Got Cha Opin lyrics

[Verse 1]
When I get bent, I must represent, no question
Get up a dime spot and then I'm off to the dread section
Roots hit me off lovely
Coming out the spot, I had to duck because a n*gga tried to buck me
I'm easing on the Glock like, "What up, hop"
Buck's pulling out on cops 'cause I want free Glocks
What the f*ck, bring your b*tch-ass type brigade
Hitting them all, handguns and hand grenades
I resemble the man that's wanted for murder
Got your block locked down, so don't come any further
In my clip is a .22 dum-dum
Oh yeah, I seen your moms, I hit her off with a jum
You know what I'm saying? Fret it or forget it
I'm like the short and fly, so I'ma still get paid, I don't sweat it
I'm every MC's nightmare manifesting
A little shorty pushing the fact that I'm best in
This sh*t called hip-hop, raise the throne
Kid, don't front, I got you open in your dome

[Chorus]
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, word
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Then, why you frontin'? You know I got you open, kid
[Verse 2]
Rest in peace to my n*ggas in the East
And all the real n*ggas that was shot by beast
Around the way, all we do is spark mad ism
n*ggas be like, "Yo, he's Buckshot right there, that is him"
But let's get with the cipher, kid, pass the eight
So, I can wet my lungs and blow smoke in your face
Word to Jah, n*ggas can't touch me, kid
'Cause I'm too nice to do bids or ever hit skid
Fronts in the bottom of my teeth like, whatever, sh*t
On the real, gettin' played, what, I never did
'Cause on the mic, I gotta represent the real n*ggas
The field n*ggas get the motherf*ckin' ill triggers
Word to Herb, lick shot with my verb
And keep my hand on my grip when I play the curb
I never got caught by a undercover DT
Nah, chill, G, T&T can't see me
You grab mics from the ones I left broken
Kid, don't front, you know I got you open

[Chorus]
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, word
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Then, why you frontin'? You know I got you open, word
[Verse 3]
Late at night, I catch a buzz, then I write
The type of ill sh*t to make the mind feel tight
And be wanting to battle like every five minutes
But I'm in this like Guinness so that ass get finished
Straight from the floors of hell, feel the flame
You faggot-ass, I heard your nickname's Blaine
I hit your brain and you felt the pain, maintain
When it comes to a battle, you know the Buck reigns
I overthrow the flow, n*ggas be like, "Yo, how'd you do that?"
b*tches be like "Yo, who that? You're all that, yo, true that"
Never forget that I'm the one you thought wouldn't make it
I used to make money, now, I just take it
I do what I gotta do to bring you to the concrete
Bucking n*ggas down 'cause they think sh*t is sweet
I keep a Tec whenever I'm in the projects
Ease out, then flex, in effect like Wreckx
Buck to your head, 'Now die' is my slogan
Don't front, you know I got you open

[Chorus]
Don't front, you know I got you open
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, know what I'm sayin'?
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, word
Then why you frontin', you know I got you open, kid
Don't stop frontin', you know I got you open
[Outro]
Word life
Got n*ggas open
'Now die' is my motherf*ckin' slogan
And on that, buck to your brain