Now we go, y'all gotta play this (Why?) the others are so scared to say this Now tell me, what am I to do About a sucker like you who never paid dues? Slapper, hip-happer, you're gettin' girl better step, or I just might jack her Smack her like a gangster, but I don't I suckers like you for thick gold chains (He don't it) hell nah So take it off your goddamn, you ain't comin' correct What's this, a sucker duck holdin' a And like keith sweat said, just ain't right Seems nowadays everybody wanna be a Down crews But they never paid dues perpetratin', playin' hardcore Punks, I bet you at a flower store You know what me up the most? Is when a sucker just started and thinks he's high You ain't pay a due in your life Talkin' 'bout a new style, you know who you like? Krs, chuck d, moe, as one on the mic like ya name was Run You'se a peon, and bought a pair of Lee's Now all of a you supposed to be an MC? Yo, that's wack, it ain't right You only stood on one stage in your damn life Now you want respect, hey yo, a fool Everybody wanna rap, but they ain't dues
I can still way, way back in the days The times me and Aladdin dreamed of gettin' Standin' just to pull in the jacks To earn a little to drop a dope track Back in the days I drove a raggedy Couldn't afford a studio, so we used a used to grab a gang of disco breaks One and a broken 808 My brother tunes and frank, they hung around all night To make sure that the demo was Didn't have an enigneer, if you what I mean Aladdin did it all at the age of Gifted, uplifted, straight mack had me playin' the back But thanks to Ice-T I got my foot in the Now I'ma rock the mutha-(uh) 'till it ain't no We dues
I knew a brother who used to dress just a faggot tight jeans, some boots and leather jackets Homie as hell, he came outside 'Cause every I came around, he used to run and hide Spoiled a brat, had everything he wanted And when he walked, he switched like a a pink bike, man, the sucker was soft Had to be in before the street came on Yo, just the day I turned my radio on The attack kicked on a brand new song I didn't know what it was, I heard it before But the record was and hardcore I said to myself,hey yo, I gotta see this So I called up and the rest of the crew Grabbed the nine the hollow point tip Stepped in the with a gangster limp Took a at the stage, and yo, whaddya know The same old faggot from a time ago From real tight jeans and the go-go He to pendeltons and a khaki suit Now me, ain't this a blip? Somebody need to slap the in the lip Yesterday he was a boy, now he's rappin? Foolin' the crowd because he got you all And tappin', an example of I'm tryin' to prove A sucker like who ain't never paid dues So to those who rap, I'm pertainin' to you Before you pick up a mic, you gotta pay dues,
Let the be told the way it is You got to pay yo'