[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 nigga 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 fuck, bring your bitch-ass type brigade Hitting them all, hand guns and hand grenades Unreasonable 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'mma 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 shit called hip-hop, raise the throne Kid, don't front, I got you open in your dome [Hook] Don't front, you know I got you open, kid (Repeat x8) [Verse 2] Rest in peace to my niggas in the East And all the real niggas that was shot by beast Around the way all we do is spark mad ism Ladies 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, niggas 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 shit On the real, gettin played, what, I never did Cause on the mic I gotta represent the real niggas The field niggas get the muthafuckin 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 E 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 [Hook] [Verse 3] Late at night I catch a buzz, then I write The type of ill shit 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, niggas be like, "Yo, how'd you do that?" Bitches 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 niggas down cause they think shit 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 [Hook]
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Black Moon - I Got Cha Opin
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