The Rep Grows Bigga Lyrics - Gang Starr

Gang Starr Moment of Truth cover art
publisher: ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
writers: Christopher E Martin, Keith Elam
release date: 1998-3-31
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Jazzy Hip-Hop
length: 4:55
producer: DJ Premier
co-producer: Guru
writer: DJ Premier, Guru
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
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 *****es and killer *****z that`s hype
They got your back, but you so fly you don`t need em
You **** 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
***** 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 **** 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 **** up
Take us out the game *****? How you figure?
The name is well kept, and the rep just gets bigga

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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…