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me" "How you like me now, cause I'm real" "How you like me" "How you like me now, cause I'm real" "How you like me" [Chorus] [Verse 1: Rob G] Now tell

(feat. Mitchy Slick & WC) [Chorus: Kane Beats] [Rob G:] "Reppin' my block" "Reppin'-reppin' my block" "Reppin' my block Let 'em know we in here" "Reppin

Put it in the air" "Put it-put it in the air" "Reppin' my block Let 'em know we in here" [Verse 1: Rob G] You know The block repre-sentin' Fin' to go

and villas Overseas and what was me, I found out other MC's been tryin to find ya route (haha) It's ill when MC's used to be on other shit (yeah, c'mon

Haters all try to come fuck with the gust Well wanna test these nutz G you aint ready But do what chu got to do I'll rob you fools I'll cruse till grim

, mad traffic, the first of the month It was me, Chep, Bizzy and Hit B.G. and Lickalone and yeah I think Earth was there and shit And a few other niggaz

In That Ass Like Its Preperation H . Jason Fox Is On The Case I Spray Guns Off In The Street Im On Top Like A 1 Sauce See Im A True G Who Went To Shoot

' cats about yours, it's all about claws Beggin', scratchin', weighin' and matchin' You stayin' with the batch, and playin' with what you catchin' Do unto others, as you would have others

fuckin with some real O.G's Bitch please Bitch please, get down on your motherfuckin knees We came to get the motherfuckin G's Yeah, you fuckin' with some real O.G