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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 Letras de canciones 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 Almanac Rock 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 representin' Philly to the fullest Black's 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 Damagin' MC's, and my name 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 shogun You know the way it go, huh Game, know what I'm talking 'bout? Hus', that's short for hustlers We Black Inc. Raw Life Productions Tryin' to find our spots 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 doors, 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 Porsche, 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 on Hus', that's short for hustlers We Black Inc. Raw Life Productions Tryin' to find our spots 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 enemies, head for the Caribbeans Militant guerilla 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 Warsaw I'm from Illadel, the land where the killas dwell My technique is to ambush you guerilla 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 internash from Senegal A soldier takes a stripes from a general Used the mike of iron or lead You choose your mineral This is a game And I'm your specimen You've got to let me know, baby So I can go, I'd have to fake it From Letras Mania