Pay Ya Dues lyrics

[ VERSE 1: W.C. ]

Now here we go, y`all gotta play this

(Why?) Cause the others are so scared to say this

Now tell me, what am I supposed to do

About a sucker like you who ain`t never paid dues?

Slapper, hip-happer, you`re gettin wacker

Your girl better step, or I just might jack her

Smack her like a gangster, but I don`t bang

I gank suckers like you for thick gold chains

(He don`t deserve it) Hell nah

So take it off your neck

Cause goddamn, you ain`t comin correct

What`s this, a sucker duck holdin a mic?

Like Keith Sweat said, somethin just ain`t right

Seems nowadays everybody wanna be a rapper

Down with crews

But they ain`t never paid dues

Suckers perpatratin, playin hardcore

Punks, I bet you worked at a flower store

You know what eats me up the most?

Is when a sucker just started and thinks he`s high post

You ain`t pay a nann due in your life

Talkin bout a new style, you know who you sound like?

KRS, Chuck D, Kool Moe, as one

Yellin on the mic like the name was Run

You`se a peon, when I bought a pair of Lee`s

Now all of a sudden you`re supposed to be an MC?

Yo, that`s wack, it just ain`t right

You only stood on one stage in your whole damn life

Now you want respect, hey yo, you`se a fool

Everybody wanna rap, but they ain`t paid dues



[ VERSE 2: W.C. ]

I can still remember way, way back in the days

The times me and Aladdin dreamed of gettin paid

Standin outside just pullin the jacks

To earn a little money to drop a dope track

Back in the days I drove a raggedy Dodge

Couldn`t afford a studio, so we used a garage

Aladdin used to grab a gang of disco breaks

One turntable and a broken 808

My little brother Tunes and Frank, they hung around all night

To make sure that the demo was tight

Didn`t have an enigneer, if you know what I mean

Aladdin did it all at the age of 16

Gifted, uplifted, I was mad as The Mack

Suckers had me playin the back

But thanks to Ice-T I got my foot in the door

Now I`ma rock the mutha-(uh) till it ain`t no more

We paid dues



[ VERSE 3: W.C. ]

I knew a brother who used to dress just like a faggot

Real tight jeans, some boots and leather jackets

Homey as hell, he never came outside

Cause everytime I came around, he used to run and hide

Spoiled like a brat, had everything he wanted

And when he walked, he switched like a woman

Rode a pink bike, man, the sucker was soft

Had to be in before the street lights came on

Yo, just the other day I turned my radio on

The _Mack Attack_ kicked on a brand new song

I didn`t know what it was, I never heard it before

But the record was smooth and hardcore

I said to myself, `Hey yo, I gotta see this group`

So I called up Aladdin and the rest of the crew

Grabbed the nine with the hollow point tip

Stepped in the party with a gangster limp

Took a look at the stage, and yo, what do you know?

The same old faggot from a long time ago

>From real tight jeans and a go-go boot

He went to Pendeltons and a khaki suit

Now tell me, ain`t this a blip?

Somebody need to slap the perpetrator in the lip

Yesterday he was a mama boy, now he`s rappin?

Foolin the crowd because he got you all clappin

And tappin, an example of what I`m tryin to prove

A sucker like this who ain`t never paid dues

To those who wanna rap, I`m pertainin to you

Before you pick up a mic, you gotta pay dues



Let the story be told

That`s the way it is

You got to pay your dues



Low Profile definitely into payin the dues

W.C, DJ Aladdin

Frank, my little brother Crazy Tunes, Jazzy D

We in there, everypaid they dues

Abracadabra, DJ Aladdin

We outta here
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