8Ball, MJG, CeeLo Green - Paid Dues lyrics
[8Ball, MJG, CeeLo Green - Paid Dues lyrics]
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 1
2 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-ingand 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 uhhcome
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
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 1
2 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-ingand 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 uhhcome
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