Opening Doors chords by Mac Mall

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Intro 1
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It's a
Verse 1
long ass story you know,
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hella dates, hella times, names
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Tell me n***a, have you ever watched your family starve,
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and I've been there at six
in the morning when rollers barging,
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I had two generations of your family hooked on margarine,
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all this drama and still my cuddies keep falling,
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three summers ago, my older cousin tried
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calling, and when the judge got him,
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the crooked jury started applauding, slow down youngster,
That's what my mother keep callin'
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Through steps ahead of death
I've been that way since I was crawlin'
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Late 89, freak deep frontin'
Me a whole one
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Only 13, cooked it up
And then I sold some
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Fatty came fast
Cause
Astoria
Street was poppin'
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Pushin' them
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Nikes
And now I hit the block knockin'
Quest I play
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I been in the corner in them
Shevs
In that
Biggie
Funky
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We ripped the city into shreds
Some say they livin' close to the edge
Well, I was raised there
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Got my shit together
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Hit the track and got paid there
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And never did I stress off the jail term
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Some try to say it's filthy money,
but it's well -earned
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So why some tell you, just say no?
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I'm getting vicious by my hustle,
steady opening doors
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If you got to go out there and
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handle your business
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Open up doors, I do yours,
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how y 'all even leave?
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Satisfied?
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Lean into the sun
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Feel the sun gangsterly
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Let us play on the scene
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Three years later,
still young in the streets
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Started writin', playin' rap,
still slangin' the
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I came with
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Crack the 40 and pay this pip
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First time I touched a microphone,
I knew I had this gift
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To, uh, make a million, stop co -dealin'
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So I got with
Mac
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Dre, we got paper to make
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I did a seven -song
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EP, but it didn't get released
Cuz my cutty was too hard
for the fuckin' police
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On the real,
it wasn't straight conspiracy
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They got my folks in the system,
I thought I was washed
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No record, no money, no hoes on the job,
and I was just so close
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Got me thinking what the
devil wanna do me for
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So now I'm back to the check
where I came from
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Same soldiers, same strips,
serving the same crumbs
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They wanna see a
player starving and broke
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Instead of pimping and living,
instead he opening domes
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You got to go out there
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and handle your business
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Open up doors, I'll do yours, alright
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Said it's hold up, lead it to the side
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Femme strut, gangsta lean,
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baddest nigga on the scene
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Yeah though, yeah though,
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fuck the technique dick
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All on a nigga dick tip,
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you know what I'm say in'
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Try to take my nigga young man
Dre down
But
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I'ma have a gangsta approach
from the gang that I sold
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A year later, it got a little greater
Me and
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Kyrie, now we gettin' young
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players together
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Dropped the legal business,
had to beat town
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So we sold 200 ,000 plus
independent hoes
Down with
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YBB, but I had to do my own shit
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Get full control or you'll be broke
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as fuck and gone quick
But I knew it all started from
Strictly
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No matter what the suckers do,
the game is still in me
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Packed up my macket and
my craft -sized slags
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Took some flights, now it's the youngster,
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runnin' his thangs
And now a nigga got action,
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that girl is straight platinum
So when you buy this tape,
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I'm the one that's doin' stack, yeah
Poured them licks in,
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had to slang, yeah, yo
Now I'm in the industry,
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straight openin' doors
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You got to go out there and
handle your business
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Open up doors and handle yours,
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alright
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Yeah, yeah, so I guess it all worked out,
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you know what saying?
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It all started from a dream for my nigga,
young
Michael
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Robinson
You know, better known as the
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Mack
The shit went on through
Mack
Dran, young
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Coolio, you know what I'm saying?
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18, the shit is living through me, young
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Mack has more
95, pimp or die,
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you know what I'm sayin'?
Ayy, don't even trip,
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it's 96 in the wake up
You gon' hear from my nigga
Young
MD
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Five year later, still young in the game
It's gon' be poppin'
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Coolio, what's up, man?
Stevie
D,
Mack
Lee, nigga
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All the other rappers from the
Crest side
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Young
Doobie,
Young
Tay
You know what I'm sayin'?
Kiki, what's up?
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