Lyrics




I'm not gon' scream at 'em this time, nope
But I'ma let 'em know
Throughout all the hatin'
And all the sticks and stones being
Throwed at the Pimp and the Gangsta
We stayed on our toes, all ten of 'em, no matter what
Represent Montgomery, Alabama, we still here
All debts paid, 'cause we done paid our dues
We done paid it
Ooh, ooh-ooh
I done paid my dues (My dues), my dues (Ooh)
Ooh, ooh-ooh
I done paid my dues (My dues), my dues (Ooh)
Ooh, ooh-ooh
Okay, I dedicated ten years of my life, ten years on the mic
Ten years sittin' at home writin' rhymes, gettin' tight
And every nigga dream is to blow up overnight
But every nigga dream don't seem to turn out right
I had to sacrifice, so school just wasn't a thing for me
I'd rather get a bag of weed and freestyle over every beat I hear
And enter every talent show to let 'em see our skills
This rappin' shit is cool, but it ain't payin' Mama bills
And 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 career
Like jackin' niggas beats, hustlin' to get our own
Now we record in studios, we used to spit our raps on the phone
And dealin' with niggas who claim they'll manage us
They intentions was good, but they actions almost damaged us
They amateurs and we was like way before our time
It was money on our minds, so we stayed on our grind
One day we gon' shine, one day we gon' sign
One day we gon' get paid for writin' these cold-ass rhymes
And since that day has came, it's been nothin' but trouble
Some niggas who rolled with us is no longer ridin' for us
Some bitches badmouthin' our name as if they know us
At first they had our back, now these bitches wants to destroy us
But hold up, 'cause we got plenty fans that stayed true
That know what we been through to get here, we paid dues
Ooh, ooh-ooh (I done paid my dues)
I done paid my dues (My dues), my dues (Ooh)
Ooh, ooh-ooh (I done paid my dues)
I done paid my dues (My dues), my dues (Ooh)
Ooh, ooh-ooh
Now y'all know me, I'm the B-I-G P-I-M-P Daddy Harl
That fat nigga that rap with Mr. G, ooh, Lord
Now where would I be without he? Let me take y'all
Back when it started in grade three
Every morning listenin' to this nigga named Booski
This dude had lyrical flow, killin' niggas back and forth
Who that there? Man, how you do that there?
Goddamn, I wanna do that there
So I went home and wrote my first rhyme (First rhyme)
For the first time (First time)
Didn't know nothin' 'bout no bars, so I called it my first rap line
In due time, I was rappin' to the beats of Run-DMC
Learnin' from the superstar
When they rap, I start rappin', when they stop, I start
That's how I learned to count sixteen bars
Every chance I got, I showed my talent
'Cause every month this lady coon
Throw the talent show and see the part
We did it for love, we ain't know nothin'
'Bout no spinnin' rims or candy cars
The tips we got, we bought M&Ms and candy bars
Plus at that time, I was still rappin' by myself
I hit eighth grade, then realized that I need some help
My first time tryna find a partner, man, I went through a dozen
I went home one day and something said, "Man, listen to your cousin"
His first rap, this nigga, chyeah
First two bars fightin' and shootin'
And every day, black bandanas, retro J's, Nike suits and
Big gold chains and bad bitches that like to give brain (Hey)
That's my kind of rap, shit, we one and the same
Simple and plain, the rest is history
A quick summary on how I met Mr. G
But since that time, my life done got better,'stead of rappin' for
Dips of chocolate, we rappin' for whips and cheddar
Hmm, for real
We done paid our dues (Okay)
Me and my lil' cousin, we done paid our dues
Ooh, ooh-ooh (I done paid my dues)
I done paid my dues (My dues), my dues (Ooh)
Ooh, ooh-ooh (I done paid my dues)
I done paid my dues (My dues), my dues (Ooh)
Ooh, ooh-ooh



Writer(s): Tarvares Jevon Webster, Paul J Marzette, Daniel Patrice Thomas, Johnny Caphart, Maxim Coriolan



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