Game Theory

This is a game,
Im your specimen
This is a game,
Im your specimen
This is a game,
Im your specimen
This is a game,
Im your specimen
Youve got to let me know, baby
So I can go,
Id have to fake it
I could not make it, you could not take it
Yeah, where
Ima start it at, look
Ima part of that
Downtown Philly where its realer than a heart attack
It wasnt really that ill until the start of crack
Now its a body caught every night on the
AlmanacRock bottom where them cops gotta problem at
Where them outsiders getting popped for they wallet at
I had nothin but
I made somethin outta that
Now Im the first out the limo like
Charlie Mack
From 215 its him the livest one
And hes representin
Philly to the fullest, blacks the realest
You cant touch him and not for nothin
If you bout hip hop then you gots to love it
If not then fuck it,
Im still handlin
Smokin more reefer than
Redman and them damaging
MCsAnd my names
Rick Gees you endangered species
For what I do
Im about to up the fees
Im paper chase motivated
I aint the one to play with
These cats get set ablaze
You cant have it yall way but
Id rather parlay
Just smoke
OG and get cabbage all day
The way thought play causes your main thing to say
Your style so splendid, you bout your business
You arousingmy interests, you sharper than a
ShogunYou know the way it go, huh, game know what
Im talkin bout
Hus, thats short for hustlers
We Black Inc
Raw Life productions
Tryin to find our spot amongst the ruckus
And be sucker free, flea chumps and busters
Man yeah, get em hus, get em hus, get em hus
Hey yo, Im tryin to get it at any cost so its no remorse
When Im blastin off like you been askin for it
When Black step in the door all hats is off
Your hands up in the air goin back and forth
Im about ready for a classic massacre
Ill make it hotter than when
Shaft in Africa
Jump outta a black
Porshe huffin a fat cigar
Night ridin on em like my last name
Hasselhoff
Voted unlikely to succeed cause my class was full
Of naysayers, cheaters and thieves
All it gave me was a good enough reason to leave
And put the writing on the wall for yall to read it and weep
Cause Im the force of the
Lord, the rage of hell
Youd rather head for the hills and save yourselves
My Man rip drums like he ringin the bells
The King of the
Realm you seen
Him do His thing in a film
Come onHus, thats short for hustlers
We Black Inc
Raw Life productions
Tryin to find our spot amongst the ruckus
And be sucker free, flea chumps and busters
Man yeah, get em hus, get em hus, get em hus
Dreams when
M16s with infrared beams
Blowin up presidents cribs with cans of kerosene
Hijack the limousine with a strategic routine
Then blast my enemy, head for the
CaribbeanMilitant guerrilla camp is ready for war, lay your corner face down
Place down your jewels cash and four, four
When I score prepare for torture
Fuck around and make your town
WarsawIm from
Illadel the land where the killas dwell
My technique is to ambush you guerrilla style
My instinct is of a killer whale bang you up from head to toe
With lyrics
I pack like a nine millimal
My types subliminal mentality switched to criminal
Importing heroin intern ash from
SenegalA soldier takes a stripes from a general
Used the mike of iron or lead, you choose your mineral
This is a game,
Im your specimen
Youve got to let me know, baby
So I can go,
Id have to fake it
I could not make it, you could not take it