| So yeah man, we them dudes man
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| You man not see us on the, on the TV with your favorite rapper
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| You may not, hear us on the radio with the rest of them motherfuckers
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| But I guarantee you, when you come to your city
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| We-we some real motherfuckers. |
| And our show is realer than a motherfucker man
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| We makin' more money and we makin' better music man. |
| Paid Dues motherfucker!
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| We them dudes still rappin' over samples
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| Livin' by words, we the real life example
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| We live the dream, no matter the cost
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| You still sleepin' on us?
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| Then it’s your loss
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| I ain’t just some second stage openin' act
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| I open up minds and I make impact
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| I kicked the door open to the game in fact
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| I created that lane you in, so kick back fool
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| I come in peace but I’m from the streets
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| A certified beast when it comes to beats
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| Workin' ten times harder than your favorite rapper
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| Rollin' with them psycho’s it’s a new chapter
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| They respect cause I pay my dues
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| A real hustlin' motherfucker
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| Ain’t afraid to lose
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| You keep your head up and stay out of the pen
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| You invest in yourself and you always win
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| Paid dues
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| Yeah man we paid dues
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| You don’t understand the things we been through
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| Paid dues
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| Yeah man we paid dues
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| Standin' on stages and slayin' these fake crews
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| Pay homage
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| To the bombest
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| Telepathic thoughts
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| On the mic like Nostradamus
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| Constellations and stars in my bars when I spit
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| These styles are all real and they not counterfeit
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| This is a mean sixteen that is pristine
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| Cleaner than the red paint that’s on Christine
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| Understand
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| I’m much more now than a man
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| Do miraculous things when the mics in my hand
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| I paid dues and got battle scars to show it
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| Live MC if y’all did not know it
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| A was born and raised a poet
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| Hard as they talk
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| Then I moved to the streets of New York
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| An Indiana native
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| And they was convinced
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| It makes sense
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| Met up with Grand Master Caz he made me a prince
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| Yeah, an old Zulu warrior from the past
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| Super Nat burn that ass to ash
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| Paid dues
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| Yeah man we paid dues
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| You don’t understand the things we been through
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| Paid dues
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| Yeah man we paid dues
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| Standin' on stages and slayin' these fake crews
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| I hit the street with more product the Feds brought in
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| I’m doin' home invasions now cause the west forgot us
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| I crack shows and crack skulls
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| Your act blows
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| A Living Legend and a Psycho who smash most
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| I paid dues like the M.A.A.D. |
| Circle
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| The whiskey’s gentleman
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| The master’s purple
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| The mask is universal
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| It’s +Sick Side+ worldwide if you haven’t heard
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| You’re tuned in to Sick Jack, Super Nat and MURS
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| You won’t catch us gettin' pub on the airwaves
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| Hit the streets, hard boulevard, Kings of L. A
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| Hip hop is underground and pop gets the airplay
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| Ask the people what they wanna hear
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| See what they say
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| I stay heavy on the grind with mine
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| Jump on stage, it’s the only way my rhyme will shine
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| The soldiers and gorillas combine it’s one time
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| Audio clips
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| And spit straight bullets at your fuckin' mind
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| Paid dues
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| Yeah man we paid dues
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| You don’t understand the things we been through
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| Paid dues
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| Yeah man we paid dues
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| Standin' on stages and slayin' these fake crews |