You do your first bid and dirt to get your name known
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You never talk too much to get your spot blown
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Now you're no longer just a face in the crowd
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You're gettin so much respect that niggaz might as well bow
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And movin up with your hustle like you planned it
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Rakin dough like the world's greatest bandit
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Always got one eye open, for the stick-up kids postin
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So much cream chumps they can't understand it
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Ladies flock to your jock like it's golden
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Curious, to test the weight you be holdin
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but you ain't got no time, to be chasin felines
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If she's the chick that you pick then she gets chosen
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People treat you like you're ghetto royalty
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And all your staff shows you utmost loyalty
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You paid your dues, refuse to lose in this scenario
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The rep grows bigga, you're a legend and a hero
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Your fame has gotten larger than your life
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You've got a harem of bitches and killer niggaz that's hype
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They got your back, but you so fly you don't need em
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You shit what you're eatin so you don't peep the proceedings
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They start schemeing, feeling that you're too swollen
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and that's the reason why your cash and stash gets stolen
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You start perspiring, because you're paranoid
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Still another confrontation that you couldn't avoid
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Prepare for drama, as if you were a stunt man
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Back in the days you was a forty and a blunt man
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Today you're a Willie, now the weather's too chilly
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New York City ain't the place to be frontin
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Over your shoulders day and night's where you look
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Your so-called fam ran a scam, and you got shook
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Go back to square one, better go talk to your son
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See reps grow bigga in the life of a crook
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Years ago, we were new jacks to this scene
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Showed some effort, made fat records, but still saw no green
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Know what I mean? They tried to stifle us
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Nigga you could not believe how really ill and trife it was
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Fed up so we headed on a serious mission
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Wishin, that we could better our position
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Two businessmen, Guru and Prim', we enterprised
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Too strong to be stepped on, creatively wise
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The dedicated ministers of underground sound
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When we're doin our thing, you know we don't fuck around
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No matter how bizarre and different you think you are
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your team wouldn't dream of competeing with GangStarr
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Premier in the rear with the beats and cuts
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And Guru with the mic ready to tear shit up
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Take us out the game nigga? How you figure?
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The name is well kept, and the rep just gets bigga
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The Rep Grows Bigga
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| Gang Starr |
