I Got Cha Opin

Don't front

Don't front

Don't front

Don't front

Don't front

Don't front

Don't front

Don't, don't front

Don't front, front

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

Comin' out the spot I had to duck because a **** tried to buck me

I'm easin' on the Glock like, "What up, hop"

Buck's pullin' out on cops 'cause I want free Glocks

What the fuck? Brin' your bitch-ass type brigade

Hittin' 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 sayin'? 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 pushin' 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

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

Yeah, why you frontin'? You know I got you open, kid

Rest in peace to my **** in the East

And all the real **** 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, **** 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 ****

The field **** get the motherfuckin' 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

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

Yeah, why you frontin'? You know I got you open, word

Late at night, I catch a buzz, then I write

The type of ill shit to make the mind feel tight

And be wantin' 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, **** 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 brin' you to the concrete

Buckin' **** 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

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, 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

Yeah, why you frontin'? You know I got you open, kid

Don't stop frontin', you know I got you open

Word, life

Bad **** open

Now God is my motherfuckin' slogan

And the Mac brought to your brain