I'm not gonna scream at this time, nope
But I'mma let 'em know throughout all the hatin'
And all the sticks and stones being throwed
At the Pimp and da Gangsta

We stayed on our toes, all ten of 'em
No matter what, representin' Montgomery, Alabama
We still here, all debts paid
'Cause we don' paid our dues, we don' paid 'em

Ooh, ooh, I don' paid my dues, my dues, my dues
(Wow, ooh)
Ooh, ooh, I don' paid my dues, my dues, my dues
(Wow, ooh)

Okay, uh, I dedicated ten years of my life, ten years on the mic
Ten years sittin' at home writin' rhymes gettin' tight
And every ***** dream is to blow up over night
But every ***** dream don't seem to turn out right

I had to sacrifice, so school just want the thang for me
I rather get a bag of weed and freestyle over every beat, I hear
And enter every talent show to let them see our skills
This rappin' **** is school, but it ain't payin' mama bills

And they ask me why I feel, the way I feel for real
'Cause to get to where I am I paid my dues in my career
Like jackin' *****z beats, hustlin' to get our own
Now we record in studios, we used to spit our raps on the phone

And dealin' with *****z who claimed they'll manage us
They intentions was good, but their actions almost damaged us
They amateurs, and we was like, way before our time
It was money on our mind, so we stayed on our grind

One day we gon' shine, one day we gon' sign
One day we gon' get paid for writin' these cold *** rhymes
And since that day has came, it's been nothin' but trouble
Some *****z who rolled with us, is no longer ridin' for us

Some *****es bad-mouthin' our names as if they know us
At first they had our back, now these *****es want to destro' us
But hold up, 'cause we got plenty fans that stayed true
That know what we been through to get here, we paid dues

Ooh, ooh, I don' paid my dues, my dues, my dues
(Wow, ooh)
Ooh, ooh, I don' paid my dues, my dues, my dues
(Wow, ooh)

Y'all know me, I'm the B I G P I M P
Daddy Hall, that fat ***** that rap with Mr. G
Ooh Lawd, now what would I be without he?
Let me take y'all, back when it started in grade three

Every morning listenin' to this ***** named Boosky
This dude had lyrical flow, killin' *****z back and forth
Who that there? Man, how you do that there?
Goddamn, I wanna do that there

So I went home and wrote my first rhyme, for the first time
Didn't know nothin' 'bout no bar, so I called it my first rap line
In due time, I was rappin' to the beats of Run-D.M.C.
(Run errie Run)

Learnin' from the super stars
We they rap, I start rappin', when they stopped, I stopped
That's how I learned to count sixteen bars
Every chance I got, I showed my talent

'Cause every month this lady **** throwed a talent show in Cedar Park
We did it for love, we didn't know nothin'
'Bout know spinnin' rims or candy cars
The tips we got, we bought M&M's and candy bars

Plus at that time, I was still rappin' by myself
I hit eighth grade, then realized that I needed some help
My first time tryin' to find a partner, man I went through a dozen
I went home one day and somethin' said, 'Mayne, listen to your cousin'

His first rap, This ***** Snapped, first two bars, fightin' and shootin'
And every day, black bandana, retro J's, Nike suits
And big gold chains and bad *****es that like to give brain
Hey, that's my kinda rap, shiet, we one in the same

Simple and plain, the rest is history
A quick summary on how I met Mr. G
But since that time, our life don' got better
'Stead of rappin' for dips of chocolate, we rappin' for whips and cheddar

Fo' real, we don' paid our dues
Me and my lil' cousin, we don' paid our dues

Ooh, ooh, I don' paid my dues, my dues, my dues
(Wow, ooh)
Ooh, ooh, I don' paid my dues, my dues, my dues
(Wow, ooh)