[Intro: Big Pimp]
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

[Chorus]
Ooo-ooo-ooohhh, Ooo-ooo-ooohhh
I don' paid my dues - my dues - my dues (wo-ooo-ow, ooo-oo-hhh)
Ooo-ooo-ooohhh, Ooo-ooo-ooohhh
I don' paid my dues - my dues - my dues (wo-ooo-ow, ooo-oo-hhh)

[Verse 1: Mr. G-stacka]
Ok, uh
I dedicated ten years of my life, ten years on the mic
Ten years sittin' at home writin' rhymes gettin' tight
And every nigga dream is to blow up over night
But every nigga dream don't seem to turn out right
I had to sacrifice, so school just wan't 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' shit 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' niggaz beats, hustlin' to get our own
Now we record in studios, we used to spit our raps on the phone
And dealin' with niggaz 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 ass rhymes
And since that day has came, it's been nothin' but trouble
Some niggaz who rolled with us, is no longer ridin' for us
Some bitches bad-mouthin' our names as if they know us
At first they had our back, now these bitches want to destro' us
But hold up, 'cause we got plenty