Now here we go, y'all gotta this (Why?) 'cause the others are so to say this Now me, what am I supposed to do About a sucker like you who ain't never dues? Slapper, hip-happer, you're gettin' Your better step, or I just might jack her her like a gangster, but I don't bang I suckers like you for thick gold chains (He don't it) hell nah So take it off neck 'Cause goddamn, you ain't correct this, a sucker duck holdin' a mic? And like keith sweat said, somethin' ain't right Seems everybody wanna be a rapper Down wit' But they ain't never paid perpetratin', playin' hardcore Punks, I bet you worked at a flower You know eats me up the most? Is when a sucker just and thinks he's high post You ain't pay a nann due in life Talkin' a new style, you know who you sound like? Krs, d, kool moe, as one Yellin' on the mic ya name was Run You'se a peon, went and a pair of Lee's Now all of a sudden you to be an MC? Yo, that's wack, it just right You stood on one stage in your whole damn life Now you respect, hey yo, you'se a fool Everybody rap, but they ain't paid dues
I can still remember way, way back in the The times me and dreamed of gettin' paid Standin' just to pull in the jacks To earn a little to drop a dope track Back in the days I a raggedy Dodge Couldn't afford a studio, so we a garage Aladdin to grab a gang of disco breaks One turntable and a 808 My little brother tunes and frank, hung around all night To make sure that the demo was have an enigneer, if you know what I mean Aladdin did it all at the age of Gifted, uplifted, straight mack Suckers had me playin' the But thanks to Ice-T I got my in the door Now rock the mutha-(uh) 'till it ain't no more We paid
I knew a brother who used to dress just a faggot Real tight jeans, some boots and jackets Homie as hell, he came outside 'Cause every time I came around, he to run and hide like a brat, had everything he wanted And when he walked, he like a woman Rode a pink bike, man, the sucker was Had to be in the street lights came on Yo, the other day I turned my radio on The mack attack on a brand new song I know what it was, I never heard it before But the record was and hardcore I said to myself,hey yo, I gotta see group So I called up and the rest of the crew Grabbed the nine wit' the hollow tip Stepped in the with a gangster limp Took a look at the stage, and yo, whaddya The same old from a long time ago From real tight jeans and the go-go He went to pendeltons and a suit Now tell me, ain't this a Somebody need to slap the in the lip he was a mamma's boy, now he's rappin? Foolin' the crowd he got you all clappin' And tappin', an example of I'm tryin' to prove A sucker like this who ain't paid dues So to those who wanna rap, I'm to you you pick up a mic, you gotta pay dues, word
Let the story be the way it is You got to pay yo'