Low Profile - Pay Ya Dues (instrumental) lyrics

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 s**er 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 s**ers 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 s**er 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 s**ers perpatratin, playin hardcore Punks, I bet you worked at a flower store You know what eats me up the most? Is when a s**er 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 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 s**ers 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 I knew a brother who used to dress just like a f*ggot 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 s**er 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 f*ggot 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 s**er 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 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