Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Paid Dues, artist - MJG. Album song Classic Pimpin', in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2018
Record label: PUSH MANAGEMENT
Song language: English
Paid Dues |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Space Age forever |
| Niggas and hoes better recognize |
| Eightball & MJG |
| Been ten toes down in this game |
| Since we were two young playas in a one horse town |
| Knee high to a muthafuckin grasshopper |
| Nigga, my lights would have been done got cut off |
| If my dues weren’t paid |
| It’s ah, skinny lines between wrong and right |
| Trapped in a trap til the mornin light |
| Ghetto ain’t left me no choices, I had to fight |
| My momma 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 (Ugh) |
| It never stopped me from writin rhymes |
| It never stopped me from playin music |
| God put it in me, 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 Tennesseee |
| 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 use to use your 4−5 instrumental to do my shows |
| And look, I was 17, when I signed my first contract |
| And about 18 ½ when I signed my worst contract |
| We hurt from that |
| And til 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 ah, skinny lines between wrong and right |
| Trapped in a trap til the mornin light |
| Ghetto ain’t left me no choices, I had to fight |
| My momma 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 20 inch Mo-Mo |
| Hard head, young nigga don’t believe that shit, til I see that shit |
| See them heavyweight niggas, one day, I’m gonna be that shit |
| Ok, everybody know everybody done sold dope, ran with a gang |
| Pimp some hoes, and snorted a little coke but uhh |
| I’m space age-ing.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, if they bouncin 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 uhh… come out hard again and uhh. |
| Keep space agin, and we’ll forever be… |
| Eightball, the fat mack, and M-J fuckin G |
| It’s ah, skinny lines between wrong and right |
| Trapped in a trap til the mornin light |
| Ghetto ain’t left me no choices, I had to fight |
| My momma 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 |