Roots - Game Theory lyrics
rate me(feat. Malik B)<br />
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[Chorus A 4X]<br />
This is a game<br />
I'm your specimen<br />
You've got to let me know baby<br />
So I can go, I'd have to fake it<br />
I could not make it<br />
You could not take it<br />
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[Black Thought]<br />
Yeah, where I'ma start it at, look I'ma part of that<br />
Downtown Philly where it's realer than a heart attack<br />
It wasn't really that I'll until the start of crack<br />
Now it's a body caught every night on the Almanac<br />
Rock bottom where them cops gotta problem at<br />
Where them outsiders getting popped for they wallet at<br />
I had nothin but I made somethin outta that<br />
Now I'm the first out the limo like Charlie Mack<br />
From 215 it's him the livest one <br />
And he's representin Philly to the fullest<br />
Blacks the realest<br />
You can't touch him and not for nothin<br />
If you bout hip hop then you gots to love it <br />
If not then fuck it<br />
I'm still handlin <br />
Smokin more reefer than Redman and them damaging MC's <br />
And my name's Rick Gees you endangered species<br />
For what I do I'm about to up the fees<br />
I'm paperchase motivated I ain't the one to play with<br />
These cats get set ablaze <br />
You can't have it y'all way but I'd rather parlay <br />
Just smoke og and get cabbage all day<br />
The way thought play causes your main thing to say<br />
Your style so splendid you bout your business<br />
You arousing my interests<br />
You sharper than a Shogun<br />
You know the way it go, huh, game know what I'm talkin bout<br />
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[Chorus B] <br />
Hus, that's short for hustlers<br />
We Black Inc Raw Life productions<br />
Tryin to find our spota amongst the ruckus<br />
And be sucker free, flea chumps and busters<br />
Man yeah, Get 'em hus, get 'em hus, get 'em hus<br />
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[Black Thought]<br />
Hey yo I'm tryin to get it at any cost so it's no remorse <br />
When I'm blastin off like you been askin for it<br />
When Black step in the door all hats is off <br />
Your hands up in the air goin back and forth<br />
I'm about ready for a classic massacre<br />
I'll make it hotter than when Shaft in Africa<br />
Jump outta a black Porshe huffin a fat cigar<br />
Night ridin on 'em like my last name Hasselhoff<br />
Voted unlikely to succeed cause my class was full <br />
Of naysayers, cheaters and thieves<br />
All it gave me was a good enough reason to leave<br />
And put the writing on the wall for y'all to read it and weep<br />
Cause I'm the force of the Lord, the rage of hell<br />
You'd rather head for the hills and save yourselves<br />
My Man rip drums like He ringin the bells<br />
The King of the Realm you seen Him do His thing in a film<br />
Come on<br />
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[Chorus B]<br />
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[Malik B]<br />
Dreams when M16's with infrared beams<br />
Blowin up presidents' cribs with cans of kerosene<br />
Highjack the limousine with a strategic routine<br />
Then blast my enemy, head for the Caribbean<br />
Militant guerilla camp is ready for war<br />
Lay your corner face down, place down your jewels cash and four four<br />
When I score prepare for toture<br />
Fuck around and make your town Warsaw<br />
I'm from Illadel the land where the killas dwell<br />
My technique is to ambush you guerilla style<br />
My instinct is of a killer whale bang you up from head to toe<br />
With lyrics I pack like a nine millimal<br />
My types subliminal mentality switched to criminal<br />
Importing heroin internash from Senegal<br />
A soldier takes a stripes from a general<br />
Used the mike of iron or lead<br />
You choose your mineral<br />
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[Chorus A]
