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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 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

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

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