We Got Cha Opin Lyrics - Singles - Flipmode Squad

(rah-digga) 

I be the worst like nick 

To all them mc thugs 

Like them 4 little kids 

And the teacher gettin plugged 

I don't give a fuck style 

Tell me come jiggy 

I rock kix and swishees 

Coppin moet wit 2 counterfeit 50's 

What? 

Dirty girl rhyme spit mucous 

Speech uncoothe 

And raise the roof like lukas 

12 years done rocked through all phases 

Watch your peeps scream the bitch was the blazest 

(spliff starr) 

Niggas run they mouth about my click 

Not smart 

I bust your bloodclot 

Then drop you upon the sidewalk 

(chi-chi-chi-blow!!!) 

Hit ya ass wit a vicious blow 

You know my style 

Spliff the foul 

Through your stereo 

Spliff starr ignorant immigrant 

I'm gettin it 

Money, fast car, fine broads, what 

I'm hittin it (that's right) 

Raw shit I'm spittin it 

At you and yours 

Make you feel the pain nigga 

Like the dick to your balls 

Thug blood fluid 

Pumpin in the face of my music 

Drop the street shit 

Watch the whole world rock to it 

Nigga squad!!! 

(baby sham) 

Squad had em opin 

Had his bitch scopin 

Sittin by the bar 

Sippin heinken's totein 

Pinky rings glowin 

Triple beams to the club 

My man is half thug 

Giving me pound and holdin grudge 

Feelin my shit 

So I can put a lock on your clik 

Your style is past tense 

Hold on, hold on 

You just started rappin 

Ever since you heard the shit 

We fuckin wit it's platinum 

Slow your growth 

Stop the show 

Go at you both 

Hit you with more bars than soap 

Sham is the name 

Feelin invain 

Fiendin for dope 

(buckshot) 

Yeah, you know we got cha opin!!! 

Hook: 

Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid 

Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid 

Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid 

Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid 

Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid 

Yo, stop frontin, you know we got cha opin kid 

Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid 

Stop frontin, you know we got cha opin kid 

(ramoage) 

Niggas made me mad 

And now I wanna clap shit (uh) 

I reign supreme in this muthafuckin rap shit 

I lost my mind 

I can't get it back 

The way that I'm spittin, yo 

I spit ya fuckin wig back 

Don't front, my squad got you opin 

Hit you with a buck fifty 

Here's a token 

Ramp is smokin 

I'm no joke and 

I leave your face broken 

This is survival of the fittest 

Get wit us 

All you critics and bullshitters 

My nine goes bang 

I'm talkin street slang 

I'm reppin flipmode 

Plus I'm doing my thang 

On the side 

We won't let it ride 

Nigga don't hide 

(lord have mercy) 

Landlord innovator 

Switch lanes no indicator 

The general, cash generator 

Master and saviour 

Nigga stay massive in nature 

When tooth shatter ya die bone 

In the savage cyclone of cops, sirens, and cases 

Who read the Bible for basics? 

When I'm crooked eye with rivals 

Horizontal in god's places 

Suspicious of all 

Now who dat? ? ? 

Quick on the draw 

Lick a paw 

For loved ones blood runs cold in the winter wars 

Check the criminal thoughts 

Villains warp with the invisible force 

Know the ledge 

Stay focused like photo lens 

And spread wings like cobra heads 

Till I'm old and dead 

(busta) 

Hot shit, toxic 

You know we blocks shit 

Traffic in the streets system 

All in your jeep knocks shit 

Julio for no reason back the fifth 

And he cocks it 

Rock shit, we make niggas mad 

And wanna pop shit 

Massive and attractive 

Niggas is captive 

Chemotherapy needed 

Lyrics radioactive 

When I hit hard 

It get my dick hard 

In my backyard 

Analyze the stars 

On how to defeat all odds 

In a new zone 

I'm on a new phone 

Make most of the wackest rapper niggas 

Wanna find a new home 

Like rasco jeans 

My style flip two-tone 

Pass my blue chrome 

Here's one of the best of busta rhymes own 

My debut made you 

Wonder who 

Shit blazes so much 

You wish you could play out 

So you could blaze, too 

Before I shout you 

Or give reason to doubt you 

I study shit and re-analyze everything about you 

My rhymes on the preserve 

Niggas know we deserve 

Everything up in your stash and in the reserve 

Fuck that!!! 

Hook up all my lyrics on the echos and the re-verbs 

Never fuck with these herbs 

My squad remains superb 

(buckshot) 

(heh) walkin thru the streets 

Undercovers follow us, stress 

Muthafuckas on the regular to bust 

Trust us 

We don't get enough 

Nigga wha-what? 

Dirty baggy jeans 

Black napsack with something for ya gut 

Wooly-type skully 

Fully strapped, black bulletproof, and match 

Quick, 

Whip up a batch 

Of bullets to blow up the map 

Shit 

Collapse, perhaps doing this in the raps 

In the long time, ya trapped 

Buck make em react 

God verse attack 

Let em know the moon is still black 

And it's a fact... 

Don't front, you know we got cha opin, kid 

Don't front, you know we got cha opin, kid 

Don't front, you know we got cha opin, kid 

Yo stop frontin, ya know we got cha opin 

Don't front, you know we got cha opin, yo 

Don't front, you know we got cha opin, kid 

Don't front, you know we got cha opin, kid 

Yo stop frontin, you know we got cha opin 

Huh, word life 

Mad niggas opin 

Yeah, word life 

Flipmode, muthafuckin buckshot 

Mad niggas scopin 

Buck to ya brain!!!!!