a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de paid dues - ceelo green

yeah, yeah, sp-ce age forever; n-ggas 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 m-th-f-ckin’ gr-sshopper
n-gga, 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
n-ggas dead, n-ggas 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

a c-note for a concert; i know that sounds preposterous
n-gga, we didn’t have a pot to p-ss
so we got on stage, and we rocked the b-tch
f-ck the cheese; i love to see my n-ggas in the front row
get buck wild, start a fight; the police make a n-gga stop the show
n-ggas all in the parkin’ lot, bustin’ shots, f-ckin’ with hoes
box chevy with the spokes and vogues
n-ggas didn’t know sh-t about a twenty inch mo-mo
hard head, young n-gga don’t believe that sh-t till i see that sh-t
see them heavyweight n-ggas; one day, i’m gonna be that sh-t
okay, everybody know everybody done sold dope, ran with a gang
pimp some hoes and snorted a little c0ke, but, uh
i’m sp-ce again, and we’ll forever be
eightball, the fat mack, and m-j-f-ckin’-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 b-tches get f-cked to this
expand, give all my true fans what they demand
do my part again and, uh, come out hard again, and, uh
keep sp-ce again, and we’ll forever be
eightball, the fat mack, and m-j-f-ckin’-g

- ceelo green

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS