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    "The Rep Grows Bigga" Lyrics

    DJ Skribble feat. Gang Starr

    You do your first bid and dirt to get your name known
    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
    This song was submitted on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Christopher E Martin, Keith Elam.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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