I Paid My Dues

Testing one, two, three, four<br>Rappin 4-tay, Rag Top records, nineteen-ninety-six<br>West up, let`s do this<br><br>Yeah Four, you done finally got that parole-CALL<br>Yeah man, that was long comeing trying get that, man<br>I understand that Four, but a lot of people don`t know<br>what you`ve done been through bro`<br>Man, a brother done been in this rap game for ten years, man<br>I`ve been from hell and back, you know Frank<br>But what`s gon` have to do <br>is lay it down and lace it up like a shoestring<br>Ok, like this here...<br><br>[Rappin` 4-Tay]<br>Allow me to take you back down memory lane<br>When a player was so young in this rap game<br>Yeah, if you had a fight you best to knock a sucker out<br>Because moms wouldn`t about to let you in the house<br>Yeah, we had to throw em` in the days<br>Didn`t have glock, never seen a twelve gauge<br>Wasn`t no banging n` gang affiliated deaths<br>Brother had to go to school in the days to get a rep<br>Always wanted to bust a gang of these raps<br>And be the first player to put Frisco on the map<br>So add this to the list of them hits that be knockin for the new year<br>I`ma vet in this rappin industry, you wet behind the ear<br>Shit, I even caught the San Quinton blues<br>Used to rock that motherfucker every night, I paid my dues<br><br>Chorus:<br><br>I talked the talk, but now I`m walking the walk<br>What up, fool! Huh yeah! Yeah! What,what!<br><br>[Rappin` 4-Tay]<br>Im from the west but I don`t ride the saddle<br>Used to do a lot of battle, <br>but you money are make your trunk rattle<br>Ever since the solar system, boys clubbing house parties<br>Rap contests at Booker T`S, man it was everybody<br>snatching it taking it swoop on stuff all the way home<br>Once me and O` hit the jets, man we was gone<br>Up the stairs to the vacabt house, thats we`re we prctice at<br>We didn`t have a studio so man we had to work with that<br>No reel to reels, no mic, just the radio<br>Paper and oen and I was in, the heart of the ghetto<br>Trying to pursue my dream, trying to make things right<br>I posted up at other people`s shows begging to get the mic<br>I was kicking down doors, posted up, like the 49ers <br>All I wanted to do was bust a rap before the headliners<br>They pushed me to the left, I said alright, that`s cool<br>Now you call my booking agent, everyday, I paid my dues<br><br>Chorus:<br><br>I talked the talk, but now I`m walking the walk<br>What up, fool! Huh yeah! Yeah! What,what! <br><br>[Rappin` 4-Tay]<br>The difference is you`re talking about the game you see I`m living in<br>And all my folks R.I.P, I`LL see you in a minute<br>Before I cut I gots to shock it cause I`m still pissed<br>For my mistakes, court dates and the time I missed<br>A lot of deputies in correctional facilities<br>I kept they ass up all night, but now they feelin me<br>From bangin on the walls and bustin raps off the top ten<br>Bet you never though I be the entertainer of the year<br>But why not, cause I`ve got, what it takes to represent<br>Crowd could be a hundred thousand, I`m never hesitant<br>Just ask Franky J. to drop me an old school beat<br>Them funky instrumentals kept me of the streets<br>They kept me motivated, I was always underrated<br>I bet my real folks wasn`t surprised when I made it<br>Plus I gave them digits back to the parole board<br>So now I`m cool, I`d been paid my dues<br><br>Chorus:<br><br>I talked the talk, but now I`m walking the walk<br>What up, fool! Huh yeah! Yeah! What,what!