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? And like Keith Sweat said, somethin' just ain't right Seems nowadays everybody wanna be a rapper Down wit' crews But they ain't never paid dues Suckers perpetratin', 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 ya name was Run You'se a peon, went and bought a pair of Lee's Now all of a sudden you 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] I can still remember way, way back in the days The times me and Aladdin dreamed of gettin' paid Standin' outside just to pull in the jacks To earn a little money to drop a **** 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, straight gangsta 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] I knew a brother who used to dress just like a faggot Real tight jeans, some boots and leather jackets Homie 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 wit' the hollow point tip Stepped in the party with a gangster limp Took a look at the stage, and yo, whaddya know? The same old faggot from a long time ago From real tight jeans and the go-go boots 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 mamma's 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 So to those who wanna rap, I'm pertainin' to you Before you pick up a mic, you gotta pay dues, word Let the story be told That's the way it is You got to pay yo' dues Low Profile definitely in the buildin', ya dig? W.C., DJ Aladdin Frank, Crazy Tunes, Jazzy D Abracadabra, DJ Aladdin We outta here
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? And like Keith Sweat said, somethin' just ain't right Seems nowadays everybody wanna be a rapper Down wit' crews But they ain't never paid dues Suckers perpetratin', 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 ya name was Run You'se a peon, went and bought a pair of Lee's Now all of a sudden you 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] I can still remember way, way back in the days The times me and Aladdin dreamed of gettin' paid Standin' outside just to pull in the jacks To earn a little money to drop a **** 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, straight gangsta 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] I knew a brother who used to dress just like a faggot Real tight jeans, some boots and leather jackets Homie 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 wit' the hollow point tip Stepped in the party with a gangster limp Took a look at the stage, and yo, whaddya know? The same old faggot from a long time ago From real tight jeans and the go-go boots 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 mamma's 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 So to those who wanna rap, I'm pertainin' to you Before you pick up a mic, you gotta pay dues, word Let the story be told That's the way it is You got to pay yo' dues Low Profile definitely in the buildin', ya dig? W.C., DJ Aladdin Frank, Crazy Tunes, Jazzy D Abracadabra, DJ Aladdin We outta here
