Da Beatminerz, Caron Wheeler, Pete Rock - Open lyrics

Uh, yeah (plug it in)
No doubt, no doubt
(check it out, check it out) beatminerz
(plug it in, check it out, check it out)
My nigga Walt
Baby Paul (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
(plug it in) getting paid
(check it out, check it out)
You know how we put this together son
(shi-hi-hi-hi-ine)
Caron Wheeler (oo oo ooh, Ba-aby)
(plug it in) sing it low, uh uh uh uh
(check it out, check it out)

Can’t wait any longer, ‘cuz my
Soul’s filled with a hunger, that is
So deep (yeah) it’s like I’m dying
To be o-pen life’s no bed of roses, and it’s
Hard who feels it, knows it (no doubt)
Comes down, to one’s decision to be o-pen
(here it comes, no doubt)



Listen up don’t you see (uh, uh)
All the best things in life are free
(yeah yeah) money can’t buy you love
At least the kind of love you’re gonna trust
(no doubt)
You can have everything (spit that)
But it won’t really bring you peace
(real real)
If you’re not o-pen, to love (yeah)
Gotta be o-pen (gotta be) , to love (like me)
If you’re not o-pen (open) , tonight
Gotta be o-pen, to life (uh)

Can’t wait any longer, ‘cuz my
Soul’s filled with a hunger
(no doubt) that is
So deep, seems like I’m dying
To be o-pen (uh uh)
Now life’s no bed of roses, and it's
Hard, ‘cuz who feels it knows it
(uh huh) and it comes down to one’s decision
To be o-pen (yeah, uh uh)

Listen up don’t you see
All the best things in life are free
Money can’t buy you love (uh)
Least the kind of love your gonna trust
(no doubt) you can have everything
But it won’t really bring you peace
If you’re not o-pen, to love
Gotta be o-pen, to love
If you’re not o-pen, tonight
Gotta be o-pen (yeah, come on) to life

Yo, I got love for the game (game)
But niggas want to try to put salt on my name
Douse water on your flame (boy)
Rap for my fans who like to hear me spit
(uh huh) everything that I touch turns out
To be the shit, now
I used to try to compete, and rock for weeks
At a time, when I thought rap was fine (yeah)
Every day of my life was
Like pressed for time (pressed for time)
Trying to make dough so me
And my fam could shine (word)
To make a long story short be
Doin’ this here sport for years
Made love to your ears
Standing on the top with nothing to fear
New day, new age, new millenium year (uh)
Represent that real yeah ya’ll know how it go
Shout my niggas Beat Minerz, AG and Show
Can’t forget my nigga Foxxx
Grap Luva you know
Two k one, ready to come, so let’s go
(come on)

Listen up don’t you see
All the best things in life are free
(free baby)
Money can’t buy you love (no doubt)
Least the kind of love your gonna trust
You can have everything (uh huh, uh huh)
But it won’t really bring you peace
If you’re not o-pen, to love (gotta be)
Gotta be o-pen, to love (one time)
If you’re not o-pen, to life
Gotta be o-pen (yeah, come on) tonight

Check it out
Soul brother number one Pete Rock ya’ll
Beatminerz ya’ll, can’t reveal it ya’ll
How we do it for the two k one ya’ll
It’s like that, uh
Break it down, break it down
Yeah, uh uh uh uh uh brooklyn

She said she had her own (Baby)
"Terrell what you doin?"
"Didn’t I tell you to put that down?"
"You ain’t Lil’ Bow Wow
What’s wrong with you?"

Ayyo this skit
Is for all you corporate-bitch made niggas
And faggot ass rapper dudes
Selling they soul
And asshole using overseer tactics
When it’s time motherfuckers
I won’t hesitate to decapitate
Your motherfucking bitch asses
This is just a little street reminder
Love and respect due to
My niggas Da Beatminerz
BX, A-Mob, One-Eight Three, Gang Starr, MOP
Word is bond (applause)