Mr. Walt - 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***a 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**, bring your b**h-a** 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 sh** 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 n***as in the East And all the real n***as 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, pa** the eight So I can wet my lungs and blow smoke in your face Word to Jah, n***as 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** On the real, gettin played, what, I never did Cause on the mic I gotta represent the real n***as The field n***as get the muthaf**in 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 sh** to make the mind feel tight And be wanting to battle like every five minutes But I'm in this like Guinness so that a** get finished Straight from the floors of hell, feel the flame You f*ggot a**, 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***as be like, "Yo, how'd you do that?" b**hes 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***as down cause they think sh** 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]