Game Theory Chords by The Roots

_ [Em] This is a game, _ _ [E]
I'm your specimen. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Em] This is a game, _ _ _ [B]
I'm your [Bb] specimen.
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _
_ [Em] This is a game, _ _ [Dm]
I'm your specimen.
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _
[C] _ [Em] This is a game, _ _ _ [Bb] I'm your specimen.
I'm your specimen. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [E] _
_ Let me know babe, so I can know.
_ [Am] I'm a man, _ I'm a man. _
Yeah, where I'm a start it at?
Look I'm a part of that.
Downtown Philly, [A] where it's realer than a heart attack.
It wasn't Philly that.
Ill until it started crack.
Now it's a body court every night on a almanac.
[D] Rock bottom where them cops [G] got a problem at.
Where them outsiders getting popped before they wallet [A] at.
I had nothing but I made something out of that.
Now I'm the first
out the limo like Charlie Mack.
From 215 to Simp, the livest one.
And he represent Philly to the fullest.
Blacks the realest.
You can't touch him.
And not for nothing, if you bout hip hop, who you gots to love it?
If not then
fuck it.
I'm still handling, smoking more, reaping in, red man and
M-C [Eb]-N-M-C's.
And my name, [A] Regis.
You in game, B-G.
But what I do, I'm docking up the fees.
I'm paper chased, motivated.
I ain't
the one to play with these cash.
Instead of blaze, you can have it your way.
But I'd rather
parlay.
Just smoke [B] OG and get cabbage all day to [A] wait.
So I play
cause it's the main thing to say.
You style so splendid.
You got your
business.
You a thousand my inches.
You sharper than a shotgun.
You know the way you
go, huh?
Gang, now I'm talking [E] bout.
Hustle, [E] that's short for hustling.
These black ain't broad like productions.
[Em] Trying to find those spots amongst the
rocks.
[E] And we suck a few of these chumps.
And bust his [Em] mind.
Yeah, get him, hustle, get him, hustle, get him, hustle.
And you're trying to get it at any [A] cost.
So it's no remorse when I'm blasting
off like you been asking for.
When Blacks stepping the doors, all hasses
off.
Your hands up in the air going back and forth.
I'm bout ready for
a classic massacre.
I make it hotter than what shaft in Africa.
[A] Jump out a black Porsche, puffing the best cigar night.
Riding on them like my last name
Hasselhoff.
Voted unlikely to succeed cause my class was full of
naysayers, cheaters, and thieves.
All that came was a good [Eb] enough reason to leave.
And put the writing [A] on a wall for y'all to read it and read.
Cause I'm the force of the lord.
The rage of [Am] hell you'd rather head for the hills than save yourselves.
My [Bb] man
Rip drums like the ring of the bell.
Hanging around, [A] you see them boots dangling.
_ [Eb] Hustle, that's short for hustlers.
These Blacks ain't
raw like deductions.
Trying to find us by some monster rockets
[C] and be some freaking free chumps and bust his mind.
Yeah, get him,
hustle, get him, [Em] hustle, get him, hustle.
Dreams with them 16's running from [Ab] red beams.
Lowering our practice to [E] the
cans of kerosene.
I jack the limousine with a strategic routine.
Then blast my
enemies and board the caravan.
Remember tan gorilla canvas ready for war.
Play you on the face down.
Place down your jewels, [G] cash, and forecourt.
[Em] When I score, prepare for torture.
Fuck [E] around and make your town war sore.
I'm from Iredell, the land where the killers dwell.
My technique is the ambush
you gorilla style.
My instinct is I'm a killer well.
Bang you up from head to toe
with lyrics I packed like an amulet [Em] now.
My type's a blimmer now.
Mentality's
fixed for criminal.
Important [A] heroine, international senile.
A soldier taking
a strike from a general.
[D] Use them like iron or lead to choose a mineral.
This is a game and I'm [C] your specimen.
You [Bb] got to let me know babe, so I [Eb] can go
big [Am] _ and big and big.