The Rep Grows Bigga Song Lyrics

Gang Starr

Gang Starr Moment of Truth cover art
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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 *****z 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

Track Listing

CD 1
  • 1 You Know My Steez
  • 2 Robbin Hood Theory
  • 3 Work
  • 4 Royalty
  • 5 Above the Clouds
  • 6 JFK 2 LAX
  • 7 Itz a Set Up
  • 8 Moment of Truth
  • 9 B.I. vs Friendship
  • 10 The Militia
  • 11 The Rep Grows Bigga
  • 12 What I’m Here 4
  • 13 She Knowz What She Wantz
  • 14 New York Strait Talk
  • 15 My Advice 2 You
  • 16 Make ’em Pay
  • 17 The Mall
  • 18 Betrayal
  • 19 Next Time
  • 20 In Memory of…

  • credits

    publisher: ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
    writers: Christopher E Martin, Keith Elam
    album: Track 11 in album Moment of Truth
    release date: 1998-3-31
    popularity : 102 users have visited this page.
    genres: Hip Hop
    styles: Jazzy Hip-Hop
    length: 4:55
    producer: DJ Premier
    co-producer: Guru

    Album Information

    label: Noo Trybe Records
    country(area): United States
    format: CD
    barcode: 724384558529
    script: Latin