Game Theory

This is a game,

I'm your specimen

This is a game,

I'm your specimen

This is a game,

I'm your specimen

This is a game,

I'm your specimen

You've got to let me know, baby

So I can go,

I'd have to fake it

I could not make it, you could not take it

Yeah, where

I'ma start it at, look

I'ma part of that

Downtown Philly where it's realer than a heart attack

It wasn't really that ill until the start of crack

Now it's 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 I'm the first out the limo like

Charlie Mack

From 215 it's him the livest one

And he's representin'

Philly to the fullest, blacks the realest

You can't touch him and not for nothin'

If you 'bout hip hop then you gots to love it

If not then fuck it,

I'm still handlin'

Smokin' more reefer than

Redman and them damaging

MC'sAnd my name's

Rick Gees you endangered species

For what I do

I'm about to up the fees

I'm paper chase motivated

I ain't the one to play with

These cats get set ablaze

You can't have it y'all way but

I'd 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 arousing my interests, you sharper than a

ShogunYou know the way it go, huh, game know what

I'm talkin' 'bout

Hus, that's 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, I'm tryin' to get it at any cost so it's no remorse

When I'm 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

I'm about ready for a classic massacre

I'll 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 y'all to read it and weep'

Cause I'm the force of the

Lord, the rage of hell

You'd 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, that's 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

M16's 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

WarsawI'm 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,

I'm your specimen

You've got to let me know, baby

So I can go,

I'd have to fake it

I could not make it, you could not take it