Cold 187um - Opening Doors lyrics

What's goin' on man Yeah, motherf**ers wanna ask me how I got started Well it's a long a** story, you know Hella dates, times, hella names Just a youngsta in tha game Let me ask you a question though, potna Tell me n***a have you ever watched your family starving I been there at 6 in the morning when rollers barge in I had to generations of your family hooked on ... All this drama and still my cuddies keep fallin' 3 summers ago my older cousin' tried ballin' And when tha judge got him a crooked jury he started falling Slow down youngsta that's what my mother keep callin' 3 steps ahead of d**h I been that way since I was crawling Late 89 Freaky D. fronted me a whole one Only 13 cooked it up and then I sold some Fetti came fast cause the story street was poppin' Pushin' in Nikes and now I hit tha block knockin' Crestside playa bending a corner in them Chevs And let me get funky we rip the city in to shreds Some say they livin' close to the edge, well I was raised there Got my sh** together, hit tha track and got paid there And never did I stress of the jail termes Some say it's filthy money but it's well earned So why some tell you 'Just say no' I'm gettin' vicious about my hustle steady opening doors Chorus: (Cold 187um & Kokane) You got to go out there, and handle your business Open them doors, handle yours, alright Said it's allright, leanin' to the side Pimpsters and gangsta lean Baddest playa on the scene 3 years later still young in tha streets Started writing playa raps still slangin' tha D I came wit Crack The 40 and Pay This Pimp First time I touched a microphone I knew I had this gift to uuuh Make a million, stop coke dealing So I got wit Mac Dre, we got paper to make I did a 7 song EP But it didn't get released Cause my cuddie was to hard for the f**in' police On the real it was a straight conspiracy Feds set my potna up don't want the town hearing me They got my folks in the system, thought I was washed No record, no money, no hoes on the jock And I was just so close Got me thinkin' what the devil wanna do me for So now I'm back to the track where I came from Same soldier, same streets, up in tha same crumbs Them wanna see a playa straight starving and broke Instead of pimpin' and livin' and steady opening doors Chorus A year later it got a little greater Me and Khayree now we're gettin' young playas together Dropped Illegal Business had the V-Town sewed We sold 200.000 + independent, ho Down with YBB but I had to do my own sh** Get full control or you be broke as f**in' gone quik But I knew it all started from Strictly No matter what tha s**as do the game is still in me Packed up my mackin' and my Crestside slang Took some ...now it's tha youngsta running his thangs And now a n***a got action went straight platinum So when you buy this tape I'm the one that's doin' stackin' Pulled them licks and had to slang lleyo Now I'm in tha industry straight opening doors Chorus Yeah, yeah so I guess it all worked out you know what I'm saying It all started from a dream from my n***a young Michael Robinson Better know as The Mac sh** went all through Mac Dre, Young Coolio you know what I'm saying Indeed this sh** is livin' through me Young Mac a** Mall 1995 pimp or die