If you 'bout hip hop then you gots to love it
Now I'm the first out the limo like Charlie Mack
The way thought play causes your main thing to say
And my name's Rick Gees you endangered species
Man yeah, get 'em hus, get 'em hus, get 'em hus
Militant guerrilla camp is ready for war, lay your corner face down
Your hands up in the air goin' back and forth
So I can go, I'd have to fake it
This is a game, I'm your specimen
This is a game, I'm your specimen
Night ridin' on 'em like my last name Hasselhoff
Place down your jewels cash and four, four
I could not make it, you could not take it
We Black Inc Raw Life productions
My types subliminal mentality switched to criminal
Of naysayers, cheaters and thieves
The King of the Realm you seen Him do His thing in a film
For what I do I'm about to up the fees
My Man rip drums like he ringin' the bells
This is a game, I'm your specimen
Dreams when M16's with infrared beams
And he's representin' Philly to the fullest, blacks the realest
You arousing my interests, you sharper than a Shogun
You've got to let me know, baby
When I score prepare for torture
I'm paper chase motivated I ain't the one to play with
I'll make it hotter than when Shaft in Africa
Hus, that's short for hustlers
Rock bottom where them cops gotta problem at
It wasn't really that ill until the start of crack
Voted unlikely to succeed 'cause my class was full
Come on
All it gave me was a good enough reason to leave
When I'm blastin' off like you been askin' for it
You know the way it go, huh, game know what I'm talkin' 'bout
You can't have it y'all way but I'd rather parlay
With lyrics I pack like a nine millimal
Fuck around and make your town Warsaw
Songwriters: Tarik Collins, Malik Smart, S Stewart, T Trotter
Hijack the limousine with a strategic routine
So I can go, I'd have to fake it
And put the writing on the wall for y'all to read it and weep
I had nothin' but I made somethin' outta that
'Cause I'm the force of the Lord, the rage of hell
And be sucker free, flea chumps and busters
Importing heroin intern ash from Senegal
You'd rather head for the hills and save yourselves
Your style so splendid, you bout your business
Hey yo, I'm tryin' to get it at any cost so it's no remorse
Jump outta a black Porshe huffin' a fat cigar
Just smoke OG and get cabbage all day
Tryin' to find our spot amongst the ruckus
These cats get set ablaze
My technique is to ambush you guerrilla style
Blowin' up presidents' cribs with cans of kerosene
Downtown Philly where it's realer than a heart attack
This is a game, I'm your specimen
Smokin' more reefer than Redman and them damaging MC's
My instinct is of a killer whale bang you up from head to toe
Used the mike of iron or lead, you choose your mineral
Yeah, where I'ma start it at, look I'ma part of that
I could not make it, you could not take it
Then blast my enemy, head for the Caribbean
You can't touch him and not for nothin'
I'm about ready for a classic massacre
And be sucker free, flea chumps and busters
You've got to let me know, baby
Now it's a body caught every night on the Almanac
I'm from Illadel the land where the killas dwell
Hus, that's short for hustlers
If not then fuck it, I'm still handlin'
Publishers: GRAND NEGAZ MUSIC, UNIVERSAL MUSIC - CAREERS
We Black Inc Raw Life productions
This is a game, I'm your specimen
Tryin' to find our spot amongst the ruckus
A soldier takes a stripes from a general
When Black step in the door all hats is off
Man yeah, get 'em hus, get 'em hus, get 'em hus
Where them outsiders getting popped for they wallet at
From 215 it's him the livest one