I Got Cha Opin
Black Moon Lyrics


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Don't front
Don't front
Don't front
Don't front
Don't front
Don't front
Don't front
Don't 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
Coming out the spot I had to duck because a nigga 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 fuck, bring your bitch-ass 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 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, 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, kid
Why you frontin'? You know I got you open, kid

Rest in peace to my niggas in the East
And all the real niggas 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, niggas 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 niggas
The field niggas get the muthafuckin 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 AT&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, 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, kid
Why you frontin'? You know I got you open, kid

Late at night I catch a buzz, then I write
The type of ill shit to make the mind feel tight
And be wanting 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, niggas 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 bring you to the concrete
Bucking niggas 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, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid




Why you frontin'? You know I got you open, kid
Yo stop frontin' you know I got you open, kid

Overall Meaning

The song "I Got Cha Opin" by Black Moon is a classic hip-hop track that talks about the realities of life in Brooklyn during the '90s. The song starts by urging listeners not to front, emphasizing the need for authenticity and sincerity. The first verse tells a story of getting high and heading to the dread section to buy weed. There is a reference to a potential confrontation with a rival gang member, but the singer avoids the conflict. He then goes on to boast about owning guns and doing illegal activities, rapping about owning a .22 dum-dum in his clip and sleeping with someone's mother.


The chorus repeats, "Don't front, you know I got you open, kid," reminding the listener that the artist has their attention and respect. The second verse references the loss of friends in the East through violence and tributes those who have fallen. The verse then boasts about being talented on the microphone and representing "real" people. Buckshot, the lead rapper of Black Moon, then describes using marijuana to write his rhymes and saying that, despite his success, he stays true to his upbringing and that the tough life has brought him. He mentions using weapons in defense and never being caught.


Overall, "I Got Cha Opin" is a testament to the life of a Brooklyn rapper and how their environment influenced their music. It speaks to the need for authenticity in hip-hop and the reality of gang violence in the '90s.


Line by Line Meaning

Don't front
Don't pretend or act like you don't know


When I get bent I must represent, no question
When I'm under the influence, I still have to represent myself with no doubts


Get up a dime spot and then I'm off to the dread section
I go to a specific area to buy marijuana


Roots hit me off lovely
My friends gave me some marijuana


Coming out the spot I had to duck because a nigga tried to buck me
Someone tried to shoot me when I was leaving the place I bought the marijuana from


I'm easing on the Glock like, "What up, hop"
I pulled out my gun cautiously and said hello


Buck's pulling out on cops cause I want free Glocks
I shot at the police because I wanted free guns


What the fuck, bring your bitch-ass type brigade
I don't care who you are, come and face me if you dare


Hitting them all, hand guns and hand grenades
I'm attacking everyone with guns and grenades


Unreasonable the man that's wanted for murder
I'm a dangerous man wanted by the law for murder


Got your block locked down, so don't come any further
I've taken control of your neighborhood, don't come any closer


In my clip is a .22 dum-dum
I have dangerous bullets in my gun


Oh yeah, I seen your moms, I hit her off with a jum
I had sex with your mother


You know what I'm saying? Fret it or forget it
You can worry about it or ignore it


I'm like the short and fly so I'mma still get paid, I don't sweat it
I'm not concerned because I'm short and attractive, so I can still make money


I'm every MC's nightmare manifesting
I'm a nightmare for every rapper, and it's happening right now


A little shorty pushing the fact that I'm best in
I'm short but I'm the best rapper out there


This shit called hip-hop, raise the throne
Hip-hop is the best genre of music


Kid, don't front, I got you open in your dome
Don't act like you're not impressed, I got you thinking


Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Stop pretending that I don't have your attention


Rest in peace to my niggas in the East
I'm paying respects to my friends that have died


And all the real niggas that was shot by beast
I'm also paying respects to my friends that were murdered


Around the way all we do is spark mad ism
In my neighborhood, we smoke a lot of marijuana


Ladies be like, "Yo, he's Buckshot right there, that is him"
Women recognize me as Buckshot


But let's get with the cipher, kid, pass the eight
Let's start the rap battle and pass the microphone


So I can wet my lungs and blow smoke in your face
I want to smoke marijuana and exhale in your face during the battle


Word to Jah, niggas can't touch me, kid
I'm protected by Jah, no one can harm me


'Cause I'm too nice to do bids or ever hit skid
I'm a good person, I wouldn't go to jail or get caught


Fronts in the bottom of my teeth like whatever shit
I have gold teeth and don't care about anything


On the real, gettin played, what, I never did
I've never been played or cheated


'Cause on the mic I gotta represent the real niggas
I have to represent real and genuine people when I rap


The field niggas get the muthafuckin ill triggers
The criminals get dangerous weapons


Word to Herb, lick shot with my verb
I take a shot with my verses


And keep my hand on my grip when I play the curb
I stay holding my gun in public


I never got caught by a undercover DT
I've never been caught by an undercover detective


Nah chill AT&T can't see me
Even AT&T can't see me because I'm too good at hiding


You grab mics from the ones I left broken
You follow in my footsteps and take microphones from those I defeated


Kid, don't front, you know I got you open
You're impressed by me, don't pretend otherwise


Late at night I catch a buzz, then I write
I get high at night and write lyrics


The type of ill shit to make the mind feel tight
I write amazing lyrics that make the mind feel great


And be wanting to battle like every five minutes
I always want to start a rap battle


But I'm in this like Guinness so that ass get finished
But I take it seriously and always win the battles


Straight from the floors of hell, feel the flame
My lyrics are so hot they come from the depths of hell


You faggot ass, I heard your nickname's Blaine
I insult you by calling you a derogatory name and revealing your nickname


I hit your brain and you felt the pain, maintain
I attack your brain with my lyrics and cause pain, but you should keep your composure


When it comes to a battle you know the Buck reigns
When it comes to a rap battle, I always win


I overthrow the flow, niggas be like, "Yo, how'd you do that?"
I take control of the rhythm and people are amazed


Bitches be like "Yo who that, you're all that, yo, true that"
Women are impressed by me, they think I'm cool


Never forget that I'm the one you thought wouldn't make it
Remember that I'm the person you didn't think would be successful


I used to make money, now I just take it
I used to earn money honestly, but now I steal it


I do what I gotta do to bring you to the concrete
I'll do whatever it takes to defeat you in a rap battle


Bucking niggas down 'cause they think shit is sweet
I attack people who underestimate me because they think I'm weak


I keep a Tec whenever I'm in the projects
I always carry a gun when I'm in the neighborhood


Ease out, then flex, in effect like Wreckx
I attack suddenly and viciously, like the group Wreckx-N-Effect


Buck to your head, now die is my slogan
A bullet to your head is my catchphrase


Yo stop frontin' you know I got you open, kid
Stop pretending you're not interested in me, I know I have your attention




Lyrics © MJJN LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Kenyatta Blake, Ewart Dewgarde, Walter Dewgarde, Austin Johnson, S Hunter

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@sheryllynn6410

+iveywebb yaaaaaas he does!!!!

where oh where did that ♨ go???!!!
Rakim (and Eric B)....Redman, method man, epmd, Keith Murray, blackmoon, Heltah Skeltah, The Artifacts, the ever legendary, never underestimated Nasty Nas.....Then u got the infamous Mobb Deep....Dr. Dre, Blacksheep, KRS-ONE, Madd Skills, Nine, The Lost Boys, Common Sense (aka today as Common) Gangstarr (r.i.p Guru♡), and Snoop, the Dogg Pound, Dr. Dre...Of course Tupac ♡, and not to purposely mention in the "same breath" Biggie Smalls (<which, btw, he was actually very 1st concert I'd ever went to, in Orlando FL, no less, back then!; the DJ was f*cking up a lot and so Biggie threw his mic square at the DJ, walked off stage and ended his concert....shortest $50 I'd ever spent, but the memory, in hindsight, especially with Biggie gone😟, is the best "quick $50" I've ever spent lolz;) Then u got the classic hip-hop conventions like thr Jack the Rapper convention (personal note: I literally and actually went to middle and high-school with Jack the Rapper's grandson, Ian, he was actually knd of a real dork....See marker 5:50 of https://youtu.be/dceorz43MwY
, That's Ian and my boy, at the time, on the far left, "Mentor.)...From those classic conventions, groups like Outkast, Goodie M.O.B and so many other arose..... lists and lists of dope Mcees, artists, DJs, DJ crews (the Xecutioners, The Invisible Scratch Pickles, graffiti artists, Haze, Seen, etc....and even bboys (and girls) and their crews...(the legendary) Crazy Legs... then u had dope producers who were also artists (DJ Premier♡, just to name one) and more dope artists....labels had more dope burgeoning independent labels....
Hieroglyphics, The Alcoholiks, Pharcyde, Tribe Called Quest, The ever nasty Cunniliquists..... The Bushbabies (also see Most Def).... Sound Bombing 1 2 and 3... Lyricist Lounge.....
...tapes and vinyl for days....The Source magazine, that show on BET I'd watch everyday it came on at 4:30p, Rap City....

And those ^ are few mentions of dopeness from then....we had soooooo much more!!!

Dude, where the heck did all that fire go?????



and I'm not trying to sound "old



@sheryllynn6410

+Sheryl Lynn ..[my phone was about to die so I had to post that^, lolz;)].....
Con't.....not trying to sound "old"....but....with the exception of a few dope "seemingly underground/underground" rappers and artists like Childish Gambino....
Where oh, goodness where, did all that fire go???!!!

And why, God, Why!!!? Won't "Trap" die!!!!! And why does Spotify think I even remotely like trap just because I listen to &/or search the depths of Spotify for new rappers and artists!!!!!?

Don't let me sound old...Trap has a place, I dig it, sure...but it's NOT necessary that it sneaks it way into my ears as I'm digging for good music and artists! Why does everything need to sound like Trap these days....uhhghhshs....that's not where "the fire" of which I / we speak, went?!?! Surely!!!!??😣😫😝😖😬😡😠😳😦😔😓😭....

oh and I almost forgot: The Fugees (before and after the incomparable Lauryn Hill), Wu Tang, Channel Live, Ahmad, Arrested Development, Leaders of the New School, Busta Bust, Of course - I already said Tribe Called Quest, but you can never sweat them or play them - enough;), The (Legendary) Roots (Crew) - before Kimmy Falon....Ah, and the ever curious and pretty independent and possibly obsure... Solesides, Latryx, Mole Men, All Natural (See / youtube search "50 years down the line"...play it in your headphones, bedroom (a knod to "bedroom djs", ...i was one;),or play it for your kids to show them that this was our legacy.....

the golden age of hip-hop, is a term in can personally live with and be comfortable with....I never wanted my music to be concidered "old sckool"...."old school" was what we listened to growing up...our hip-hop was "the new school"...it was dope, phat, full of depth and range, it was full of fire..... it was golden.

What did we breed?? someone pls let me know??? School me if u must.....but how oh how did we get from the era of "The Get Down" ...(currently on Netflix - peep it if u haven't already!)....to the era of Trap and not much else, not even on the surface or mainstream! We heads and "backpackers" as some people called us, we hated and loathed the "mainstream!".... Now, I'd give just about anything to hear even a mainstream r/b band like Boyz to Men on the radio (Note: we real heads didn't like r/b too much....at least we didn't speak of it out loud, yah, u know who u r)...back in the day. I wouldn't even mind a band like TLC cuz at least they had some fire....Oh and Da Brat ( i met her in Orlando too, back then, lolz, at a Peaches Record Store record signing...she was very cool....)... The u got, female Mc wise...(The Lady of->) Rage, Queen Latifah, b4 she was all that she is now, State of Emergency...does anyone remember that? where the bleep did that energy all go?? Native Tounges, Heavy D, Chubb Rock, The Fat Boys, Kool Keith, the Ulta magnetic Mc's, Boogie Monsters, Digable Planet♡, Freestyle Fellowship, Beatnuts, The Main Source, , Mellow Man A.C.E. Cypress Hill♡, The Coup, MC Ren, MC Eight (had to mention:/), Slick Rick IS the Ruler, Doug E. Fresh, Kool Herc, Africa Bambaataa, Zulu Nation, Brand Nubian, my god....I could bug out on this for daze.....

Fill in your own blanks, of course....but only if I could hear at least a few decent fire artists....I would know all our stuggles, trials and tribulations, all or "knowledge building," trying to reach "new levels" and spit fire to new heights.... wasn't all for not.....

look at out streets...look at our struggle....look at our would.....
Now more then ever, we *need*good, ♡soul quenching hip-hop! ♡

See: "Big Words" also on Netflix.

While Big Words is certainly not "a cure"....It's a great little movie that is more of a salve for our aches and pains and longing...for a rebirth of our foregone conscious, explosive, full of fire, depth, range breadth full of love and cultural phenomenon of Hip-hop. ♡

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