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