Dirty - Paid My Dues Lyrics
[Intro:Big Pimp]I'm not gonna scream at this time, nopeBut I'mma let 'em know... throughout all the hatin'and all the sticks and stones being throwed at the Pimp and da GangstaWe stayed on our toes, all ten of 'emNo matter what, representin' Montgomery, AlabamaWe still here, all debts paid'Cause we don' paid our dues, we don' paid 'em[Chorus]Ooo-ooo-ooohhh, Ooo-ooo-ooohhhI don' paid my dues - my dues - my dues (wo-ooo-ow, ooo-oo-hhh)Ooo-ooo-ooohhh, Ooo-ooo-ooohhhI don' paid my dues - my dues - my dues (wo-ooo-ow, ooo-oo-hhh)[Verse 1:Mr. G-stacka]Ok, uhI dedicated ten years of my life, ten years on the micTen years sittin' at home writin' rhymes gettin' tightAnd every nigga dream is to blow up over nightBut every nigga dream don't seem to turn out rightI had to sacrifice, so school just wan't the thang for meI rather get a bag of weed and freestyle over every beat.. I hearAnd enter every talent show to let them see our skillsThis rappin' shit is school, but it ain't payin' mama billsAnd they ask me why I feel, the way I feel for real'Cause to get to where I am I paid my dues in my careerLike jackin' niggaz beats, hustlin' to get our ownNow we record in studios, we used to spit our raps on the phoneAnd dealin' with niggaz who claimed they'll manage usThey intentions was good, but their actions almost damaged usThey amateurs, and we was like, way before our timeIt was money on our mind, so we stayed on our grindOne day we gon' shine, one day we gon' signOne day we gon' get paid for writin' these cold ass rhymesAnd since that day has came, it's been nothin' but troubleSome niggaz who rolled with us, is no longer ridin' for usSome *****es bad-mouthin' our names as if they know usAt first they had our back, now these *****es want to destro' usBut hold up, 'cause we got plenty fans that stayed trueThat know what we been through to get here, we paid dues[Chorus][Verse 2:Big Pimp]Y'all know me -- I'm the B-I-G P-I-M-PDaddy Hall - that fat nigga that rap with Mr. GOoh Lawd - now what would I be without he?Let me take y'all - back when it started in grade threeEvery morning listenin' to this nigga named BooskyThis dude had lyrical flow, killin' niggaz back and forthWho that there?Man, how you do that there?Goddamn I wanna do that thereSo I went home and wrote my first rhyyyme, for the first tiiimeDidn't know nothin' 'bout no bar, so I called it my first rap lineIn due time, I was rappin' to the beats of Run-D.M.C.(Run-errie-Run)Learnin' from the super staaarsWe they rap - I start rappin', when they stopped - I stoppedThat's how I learned to count sixteen baaarsEvery chance I got, I showed my talent'Cause every month this lady Coon throwed a talent show in Cedar ParkWe did it for love, we didn't know nothin' bout know spinnin' rims or candy carsThe tips we got, we bought M&M's and candy barsPlus at that time, I was still rappin' by myselfI hit eighth grade, then realized that I needed some helpMy first time tryin' to find a partner, man I went through a dozen(psssss)I went home one day and somethin' said, "Mayne, listen to your cousin"His first rap - THIS NIGGA SNAPPED, first two bars: fightin' and shootin'And every day - black bandana - retro J's - Nike suits, andBig gold chains, and bad *****es that like to give brainHey, that's my kinda rap, shiet we one in the sameSimple and plain, the rest is historyA quick summary on how I met Mr. GBut since that time, our life don' got better'Stead of.. rappin' for dips of chocolate, we rappin' for whips and cheddarFo' real, we don' paid our dues...me and my lil' cousin, we don' paid our dues[Chorus] *fades out*
