Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Paid Dues, artist - 8 Ball. Album song We Are The South (Greatest Hits), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.05.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Koch
Song language: English
Paid Dues |
Yeah, yeah, Space Age forever; |
Niggas and hoes better recognize |
Eightball and MJG, been ten toes down in this game |
Since we were two young playas in a one-horse town |
Then hopped to a muthafuckin' grasshopper |
Nigga, my life would have been done got cut off |
If my dues weren’t paid |
It’s a thinnin' line between wrong and right |
Trapped in a trap till the mornin' light |
Ghetto ain’t left me no choices; |
I had to fight |
My mama and daddy was too young to raise me right |
Maybe I been made a man from all the mistakes I made |
Niggas dead, niggas gone; |
I still ain’t afraid |
Ain’t too grown to get back on with ghetto games I played |
My life would have been done got cut off if the dues weren’t paid |
In the middle of doin' crime; |
it never stopped me from writin' rhymes |
It never stopped me from playin' music |
God, but it didn’t mean I had to use it |
It was obvious: I had to give up the streets for the beats |
Not knowin', but havin' faith on just how long that it would be |
Before I made it, before somebody picked up my tape and played it |
With a remark like, «Hey, played that instrumental, you cat’s got potential.» |
In the process of doing talent shows, parties, and mix tapes |
We even put it down on some of our homeboys jail release dates |
I can remember in the past closin' down at fast foods |
Strictly stickin' to my dreams, but feelin' like I’d be the last dude |
Who can make it in this rap; |
I thought that they ain’t gon' see me in Memphis |
It was like a time they looked over Tennessee |
And didn’t know hip-hop was in us |
To all my vets in the game, I got love; |
stay on your toes |
'Cause back in the days, I used to use your 4−5 instrumental to do my shows |
And, look, I was seventeen when I signed my first contract |
And about eighteen and a half when I signed my worst contract; |
we hurt from that |
And till this day they still distributin' our first tape |
Before Comin' Out Hard, now can you feel it? |
Be humble and patient with whatever you should choose |
'Cause to get to where I am right now, I done paid my dues |
It’s a thinnin' line between wrong and right |
Trapped in a trap till the mornin' light |
Ghetto ain’t left me no choices; |
I had to fight |
My mama and daddy was too young to raise me right |
Maybe I been made a man from all the mistakes I made |
Niggas dead, niggas gone; |
I still ain’t afraid |
Ain’t too grown to get back on with ghetto games I played |
My life would have been done got cut off if the dues weren’t paid |
A c-note for a concert; |
I know that sounds preposterous |
Nigga, we didn’t have a pot to piss |
So we got on stage, and we rocked the bitch |
Fuck the cheese; |
I love to see my niggas in the front row |
Get buck wild, start a fight; |
the police make a nigga stop the show |
Niggas all in the parkin' lot, bustin' shots, fuckin' with hoes |
Box Chevy with the spokes and vogues |
Niggas didn’t know shit about a twenty inch Mo-Mo |
Hard head, young nigga don’t believe that shit till I see that shit |
See them heavyweight niggas; |
one day, I’m gonna be that shit |
Okay, everybody know everybody done sold dope, ran with a gang |
Pimp some hoes and snorted a little coke, but, uh |
I’m space again, and we’ll forever be |
Eightball, the fat mack, and M-J-fuckin'-G |
Turn the page from then to now, and we still grindin' |
Small clubs and small towns think they bouncin', and we find them |
Put them on the guest list, make them pump their fist and get buck to this |
Make one of them weed smokin', gangsta bitches get fucked to this |
Expand, give all my true fans what they demand |
Do my part again and, uh, come out hard again, and, uh |
Keep space again, and we’ll forever be |
Eightball, the fat mack, and M-J-fuckin'-G |
It’s a thinnin' line between wrong and right |
Trapped in a trap till the mornin' light |
Ghetto ain’t left me no choices; |
I had to fight |
My mama and daddy was too young to raise me right |
Maybe I been made a man from all the mistakes I made |
Niggas dead, niggas gone; |
I still ain’t afraid |
Ain’t too grown to get back on with ghetto games I played |
My life would have been done got cut off if the dues weren’t paid |