Gang Starr

Gang Starr - The Rep Grows Bigga lyrics

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You never talk too much to get your spot blown
 Now you're no longer just a face in the crowd
 You're gettin so much respect that niggaz might as well bow
 And movin up with your hustle like you planned it
 Rakin dough like the world's greatest bandit
 Always got one eye open  for the stick up kids postin
 So much cream chumps they can't understand it
 Ladies flock to your jock like it's golden
 Curious, to test the weight you be holdin
 but you ain't got no time, to be chasin felines
 If she's the chick that you pick then she gets chosen
 People treat you like you're ghetto royalty
 And all your staff shows you utmost loyalty
 You paid your dues, refuse to lose in this scenario
 The rep grows bigga, you're a legend and a hero

 Your fame has gotten larger than your life
 You've got a harem of bitches and killer niggaz that's hype
 They got your back, but you so fly you don't need em
 You shit what you're eatin so you don't peep the proceedings
 They start schemeing, feeling that you're too swollen
 and that's the reason why your cash and stash gets stolen
 You start perspiring, because you're paranoid
 Still another confrontation that you couldn't avoid
 Prepare for drama, as if you were a stunt man
 Back in the days you was a forty and a blunt man
 Today you're a Willie, now the weather's too chilly
 New York City ain't the place to be frontin
 Over your shoulders day and night's where you look
 Your so-called fam ran a scam, and you got shook
 Go back to square one, better go talk to your son
 See reps grow bigga in the life of a crook

 Years ago, we were new jacks to this scene
 Showed some effort, made fat records, but still saw no green
 Know what I mean? They tried to stifle us
 Nigga you could not believe how really ill and trife it was
 Fed up so we headed on a serious mission
 Wishin, that we could better our position
 Two businessmen, Guru and Prim', we enterprised
 Too strong to be stepped on, creatively wise
 The dedicated ministers of underground sound
 When we're doin our thing, you know we don't fuck around
 No matter how bizarre and different you think you are
 your team wouldn't dream of competeing with GangStarr
 Premier in the rear with the beats and cuts
 And Guru with the mic ready to tear shit up
 Take us out the game nigga? How you figure?
 The name is well kept, and the rep just gets bigga
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Noo Trybe Records

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Released in: 1998

Language: English

Appearing on: Moment of Truth (1998)

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