| When I get bent I must represent, no question
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| Get up a dime spot and then I’m off to the dread section
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| Roots hit me off lovely
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| Comin out the spot I had to duck because a nigga tried to buck me
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| I’m easin on the Glock like, What up, hop
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| Buck’s pullin out on cops cause I want free Glocks
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| What the fuck, bring your bitch-ass type brigade
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| Hittin them all, hand guns and hand grenades
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| (?) man that’s wanted for murder
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| Got your block locked down, so don’t come any further
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| In my clip is a .22 dum-dum
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| Oh yeah, I seen your moms, I hit her off with a jum
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| Know what I’m sayin? |
| Fret it or forget it
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| (?) fly so I’ma still get paid, I don’t sweat it
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| I’m every MC’s nightmare manifestin
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| A little shorty pushin the fact that I’m best in This shit called hip-hop, raise the throne
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| Kid, don’t front, I got you open in your dome
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| Rest in peace to my niggas in the East
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| And all the real niggas that was shot by beast
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| Around the way all we do is spark mad ism
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| Ladies be like, Yo, he’s Buckshot right there, that is him
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| But let’s get with the cipher, kid, pass the eight
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| So I can wet my lungs and blow smoke in your face
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| Word to Jah, niggas can’t touch me, kid
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| Cause I’m too nice to do bids or ever hit skid
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| Fronts in the bottom of my teeth like whatever shit
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| On the real, gettin played, what, I never did
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| Cause on the mic I gotta represent the real niggas
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| The field niggas get the muthafuckin ill triggers
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| Word to Herb, lick shot with my verb
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| And keep my hand on my grip when I play the curb
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| I never got caught by a undercover DT
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| (?) can’t see me You grab mics from the ones I left broken
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| Kid, don’t front, you know I got you open
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| Late at night I catch a buzz, then I write
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| The type of ill shit to make the mind feel tight
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| And be wantin to battle like every five minutes
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| But I’m in this like Guiness so that ass get finished
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| Straight from the floors of hell, feel the flame
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| You faggot ass, I heard your nickname’s Blaine
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| I hit your brain and you felt the pain, maintain
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| When it comes to a battle you know the Buck reigns
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| I vocal-throw the flow, niggas be like, Yo, how’d you do that?
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| Bitches be like Yo who that, you’re all that, yo, true that
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| 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
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| Buckin niggas down cause they think shit is sweet
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| I keep a Tec whenever I’m in the projects
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| Ease out, then flex, in effect like Wreckx
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| Buck to your head, now die is my slogan
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| Don’t front, you know I got you open |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Got Cha Opin , by - Black Moon. Song from the album Enta Da Stage, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп