No Malice - Keys Open Doors lyrics

[Hook: Pusha T] Keys open doors Keys open doors [Verse 1: Pusha T] (Yough!) Make your skin crawl Press one bu*ton, let the wind fall Who gonna stop us? f** the coppers! The mind of a kilo shopper Seeing my life through the windshields of choppers I ain't spend one rap dollar in 3 years, holla! Money's the leash, drag a b**h by her dog collar Now, ho follow, this is my ghetto story Like Cham, Ice-P is the Don Dada Open the Frigidaire, 25 to life in here So much white you might think your holy Christ is near Throw on your Louis V millionaires to k** the glare Ice trays? Nada! All you see is pigeons paired The realest sh** I ever wrote, not Pac inspired It's crack pot inspired, my real n***as quote b**h never cook my coke! Why? Never trust a ho with your child At you make believe rappers I smile! HA! Can*l Streeting my style Like you internet sharing my files, you MySpace n***as So k** the comparison, I'm South Beach sipping on Sarafin Royalty check n***a, I never been Cook money clean through Merrill Lynch Accountant just gasp at the smell of it! (Gasp!) Meet the dealer, ain't a b**h realer So you ain't gotta question why Pusha don't feel ya! Knock it the f** off! [Hook] Keys open doors Keys open doors [Verse 2: Malice] Throw it on the scale, feed your God damn self Get it how you live, we don't ask for help (No) Word on the street is you gonna love how it melt And I don't come with a pitch neither, the sh** sell itself I yell "Re-up" til I'm locked like Mumia And get it 'cross the state with the grace of Maria Keep on toys, you goin' know us when you see us Living street tales worthy of Don Divas Keys in the floor, mistress in Dior b**h tell me she love me but I know she's a who*e sh** could get ugly, sh** she talk to the Law And that's just what I get, its the Roses of War f** the Bureau! Rather be spending Euros And get fed grapes, f** hoes in plurals Just like heaven as I gaze at the mural What a peace of mind when you cop you some Shapiros Cheers to the future as we toast to life I'm prive'ing in Miami, I'm a socialite, n***a The cars is big, the cribs is bigger The kids are happy, the perfect picture Gemstar razor, the fruit of my labor And I walk with a glow, it's like the Lord's shown favor These b**hes fake like the hoes on Flavor But I don't mind spending, all it is is paper! [Hook] Keys open doors Keys open doors