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(feat. Sean T) [The Game] 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 [Chorus: The Game] + (Sean T) 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) Letras de canciones(Rippin up tracks and, doin the thang) (What'chu niggaz know about Sean T and the Game?) (Who's the illest?) [Sean T] 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 [Chorus] [The Game] 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 Introduce the new fiends to smack 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? [Chorus] [Sean T] 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 [Chorus] From Letras Mania