The Rep Growz Bigga Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[G]You[D]
[Cm][G]
[D]
[G][Cm][D][Cm]
[D][Cm][G][D]
[G][Cm][G]
[Cm][G]
[Cm][D][G][Cm][D][Cm]
[D][G][D]
[G][D]
[Cm][D]
[G][D]
[Cm][D]
[Cm][D]
[Cm][D]
[G][D][G]
[D][G][D][G]
[D][G][D][G]
[D][G][D][Cm]
do your [G]first bid and dirt to get [D]your name known
You never [G]talk too much
to get your [D]spot blown
Now you`re no [G]longer just a face
[D]in the crowd
You`re gettin [G]so much respect that
[D]niggaz might as well bow
And movin [G]up with your hustle
like you [D]planned it
Rakin [G]dough like the
world`s greatest [D]bandit
Always [G]got one eye open,
for the [D]stick- up kids postin
So much [Cm]cream chumps
they can`t understand it
Ladies [G]flock to your jock like it`s [D]golden
Curi[G]ous,
to test the weight you be [D]holdin
but you ain`t [G]got no time,
to be [D]chasin felines
If she`s the [G]chick that you pick
then she [D]gets chosen
People [G]treat you like you`re ghetto
roy[D]alty
And all your [G]staff shows
you utmost loy[D]alty
You paid your [G]dues,
refuse to [D]lose in this scenario
The [Cm]rep grows bigga, you`re a legend and a hero
[G][D]

[Interlude 1]
[G][D]
[G][D][G][D]
[G][D][G][D]
[G][D][Cm]

[Verse 2]
[Cm]Your fame has gotten [D]larger
than your life
You`ve got a [G]harem of bitches
[D]and killer niggaz that`s hype
They got [G]your back,
but you so [D]fly you don`t need em
You [G]shit what you`re eatin so you don`t
[D]peep the proceedings
[G]They start schemeing, feeling
[D]that you`re too swollen
and [G]that`s the reason why your cash
and [D]stash gets stolen
You start [G]perspiring,
because [D]you`re paranoid
Still [Cm]an other confrontation that
you couldn`t avoid
Prepare for [G]drama,
as if [D]you were a stunt man
[G]Back in the days you was a
[D]forty and a blunt man
[G]Today you`re a Willie,
now [D]the weather`s too chilly
New York [G]City ain`t the place
[D]to be frontin
Over your [G]shoulders day and
night`s where you [D]look
Your so- called [G]fam ran a scam,
and [D]you got shook
Go [G]back to square one, better
go [D]talk to your son
See reps [Cm]grow bigga in the life [G]of a crook
[D][G][D]

[Interlude 2]
[G][D][G][D]
[G][D][G][D]
[G][D][Cm]

[Verse 3]
Years [G]ago, we were new
jacks to [D]this scene
Showed [G]some effort, made fat records,
but [D]still saw no green
Know what I [G]mean?
They tried to [D]stifle us
Nigga [G]you could not believe
how really [D]ill and trife it was
[G]Fed up so we headed on
a [D]serious mission
[G]Wishin, that we could [D]better
our position
[G]Two businessmen,
[D]Guru and Prim`, we enterprised
Too [Cm]strong to be stepped
on, creatively wise
The [G]dedicated ministers
[D]of underground sound
When [G]we`re doin our thing,
you know [D]we don`t fuck around
No [G]matter how bizarre and dif
[D]ferent you think you are
[G]your team wouldn`t dream [D]of
competeing with Gang[G]Starr
Premier in the rear with the [D]beats and cuts
And [G]Guru with the mic
ready to [D]tear shit up
[G]Take us out the game nigga?
[D]How you figure?
The [Cm]name is well kept,

[Outro 1]
and the rep just gets bigga
[G][D][G][D]
[G][D][G][D]
[G][D][G][D]
[G][D][Cm]