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[ 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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