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  • 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 **** 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
    **** 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 ****** 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
  • 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 **** 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
    **** 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 ****** 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