The Game, Sean T - Who The Illest lyrics

Who the illest hub dawg you know
Peelin slugs at your mug
Dealin drugs in front of the projects
My projects, more scatter, more street
Makin room for more drama, more hustle
More heat
I can show you how to get
American money easy
It's the gangster, all motherfuckers envy
Leave all semi I tote, clips empty
Foes tempt me, I'm seein no penitentiary
Crime scene clean, shells, no prints
Flee the shootout, X-5, no
It's meant for me to
Survive this gangster shit
Meant for you not to be livin
Food for the pigeons
It's rules I'm givin
New lessons for the street
This jungle I'm from B don't breed no weak
Lames that don't know the


Game please don't speak
You get killed, want me peeled
I'm showin no [?] nigga

Every nigga out there claimin
To be the illest
I don't know if y'all know let a
Nigga know I'm lost in the stipulations
Niggaz hatin
Everybody waitin for the outcome
Whatever happened to just to rappin?
(Mic graspin, freestyle flow flashin)
(Rippin up tracks and, doin the thang)
(What'chu niggaz know about Sean
T and the Game?)
(Who's the illest?)

I'm off the rack like slabs of ribs
I want it big
I ain't fuckin with kids
I'm after six digit things
Fuck the rings and the tribulations
Constant playa hatin
This crimin-al lifestyle, keeps me animatin
Let's turf talk before you
Niggaz thuggin it up
It don't matter if you Crip'n
Or Blood'n it up
Dallas Squad blooded it up, smashin on sight
But he hoppin on haters like BMX bikes
Fuck around with the Squad
See unbearable sights
We takin gangster shit to the maximum height
But I'm mainly into bubblin
Fat grip doublin
Big heads I'm lovin 'em
You feelin me y'all
Leavin the envious in awe
Cause I tremendously ball
I'm supported by the Game so
You know I won't fall
I'ma execute my options, keep wettin my paws
And come out unscathed with
No scratches or flaws
Who's the illest

They say "Game
You rappin like you from the
East coast" meet toast
Gun jammed in your throat
Forgot that you spoke
Game got the streets woke young'n
Same nigga got the coke runnin
Pops told me when I was younger
You can't live like that
So I don't listen to pops nigga
I listen to Kool G. Rap
Went from hustlin sacks to heavy weight
Shufflin crack
Kids and preachers know me
Young Game the O.G
Ask the reverand kept the church from fallin
Young'uns from starvin
I'm the project like Marcy
Or the Nickerson Gardens
Comfortable dawg, Compton to Harlem
Any city ghetto or hood
Kick back, blowin, listen to Marvin
Get head
Count dough and just sit in the apartment
AK in the sofa, I'm the illest
Who come closer
To the late ones or great
Ones fightin over a crown
Get shot off that throne, who the illest now
Huh?

Some say the gangster mentality is dead
Imagine that
When fools pullin straps out with infrared
We're livin in a time of
Plagues and corrupt life
When homies in the circle end up all trife
Tryin to shine bright, but lookin all dim
Meanwhile I stay sharp like a ballpoint pen
I see the smirks and grins but I just laugh
Cause I'm gettin lucrative loot
Endless math
If you only knew the half of it
You wouldn't hate
But niggaz just pig and talk shit behind Jake
Man you cain't knock the hustle
I ain't fin' to be greedy
I want an exit out the
Game kinda like Paul Vitti
I'm tryin to slang CD's in cruise control
Instead of sellin illegal pharmaceuticals
Should I ask for your advice?
Like you would know
Fuck it, I'm out to get it
I'm a fool for dough