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Gang Starr - "The Rep Grows Bigga"
You do your first bid and dirt to get your name known
You never talk too much to get your spot blown
Now youre no longer just a face in the crowd
Youre gettin so much respect that niggaz might as well bow
And movin up with your hustle like you planned it
Rakin dough like the worlds greatest bandit
Always got one eye open, for the stick-up kids postin
So much cream chumps they cant understand it
Ladies flock to your jock like its golden
Curious, to test the weight you be holdin
but you aint got no time, to be chasin felines
If shes the chick that you pick then she gets chosen
People treat you like youre ghetto royalty
And all your staff shows you utmost loyalty
You paid your dues, refuse to lose in this scenario
The rep grows bigga, youre a legend and a hero
Your fame has gotten larger than your life
Youve got a harem of bitches and killer niggaz thats hype
They got your back, but you so fly you dont need em
You shit what youre eatin so you dont peep the proceedings
They start schemeing, feeling that youre too swollen
and thats the reason why your cash and stash gets stolen
You start perspiring, because youre paranoid
Still another confrontation that you couldnt avoid
Prepare for drama, as if you were a stunt man
Back in the days you was a forty and a blunt man
Today youre a Willie, now the weathers too chilly
New York City aint the place to be frontin
Over your shoulders day and nights 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 were doin our thing, you know we dont fuck around
No matter how bizarre and different you think you are
your team wouldnt 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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