I Got Cha Opin' (Remix)

Yeah

Original crookz

Original headz

Doing it like this

Word up

I woke up in the morning, hopped on a train and saw my man

He had an L in his hand, hide it from the beast

At least, I catch a bus before I hit my block

I take a mega hit from it, "On the Good Ship Lollipop"

Move the hop so I can put the hip, in the grip

Everybody slip so I can take a trip to the dip

Dig a deeper hole, microphone-control with soul

Look at my hot eyes and tell me, "How could you be cold?"

I'm coming to you from the underground, with thunder sound

Number one question, "Yo, how can I be down?"

Well, I'll tell you, bring your lighter and roll your finger

Back up on your lighter so you see the fire singer

Move from left to right, then front to back

Herbal verbal letters give the mic contact

React whenever I keep the heads scoping

Ahh, don't front, you know I got cha opin'

Don't front, you know I got cha opin'

It's the original heads meetin' the original crooks (Duck down)

Don't front, you know I got cha opin'

Check the dialect from my diaphragm, my man (Duck down)

Don't front, you know I got cha opin'

It's the original heads meetin' the original crooks (Duck down)

Don't front, you know I got cha opin'

Check the dialect from my diaphragm, my man

Me and my crew walk the streets at night like

"Looking for the right one, baby"

If it's payday, I'm at your doorstep

I never sweat swinging the ep' nowadays 'cause my rep

Is known for the tricks that'll trade like toys

In the cypher with my boys, we be getting busy wrecking shop

I drop the top and make the seeds pop

From the lye that I sparked last night in the dark

I be dedicated to the Moon 'cause it's Black

Resurrect, come back, tell me about the other side, Jack

Now we're going back to "Who Got Da Props?"

And when I blew up the spot last year on The Box

Pressure, to come back with another fat single

Not too underground to make it stop when you mingle

But bust it, pay attention to the third verse

And I'ma take you to another level first, yeah

Don't front, you know I got cha opin'

It's the original heads meetin' the original crooks (Duck down)

Don't front, you know I got cha opin'

Now you're sweatin' Evil Dee, number one DJ (Duck down)

Don't front, you know I got cha opin'

It's the original heads meetin' the original crooks (Duck down)

Don't front, you know I got cha opin'

Now you're sweatin' Evil Dee, number one DJ

First of all, listen, I'm the N you know

But when you see me at a show

You better prepare for the flow right away

I'm dimming the brighter day, it's never sunny

Still, don't nothing move but the honey out the pay

So I enter the brother zone

I come to the front of the stage and let you know who's on the phone

Leave it alone, see, it's a hip hop thang

Not a fake, drip-drop fame or corny-ass lame

You can fool the rest but you can't fool me

See, the best school me for the simple fact

It's the G-O-D, buck to the shot

Steele to the Tek, then Ruck to the Rock

So forget the past, no more Shorty

Strictly Buckshot, I rock you one down to forty below

I gots to let 'em know that I elevate at levels

Higher every time I felt the fire

People tried this when your jam got cold

Used to be the man, now your band got old

I know the plan, so I keep 'em scoping

Don't front, you know I got cha opin'

Don't front, you know I got cha opin'

It's the original heads meetin' the original crooks (Duck down)

Don't front, you know I got cha opin'

Check the dialect from my diaphragm, my man (Duck down)

Don't front, you know I got cha opin'

It's the original heads meetin' the original crooks (Duck down)

Don't front, you know I got cha opin'

Check the dialect from my diaphragm, my man

Yeah, without no doubt, this is dedicated to my man

Big 5, Big Trev, Real's in the place to be

We're coming to get you out, kid

And we're out, no doubt