"Who The Illest" lyrics

[The Game:]
Who the illest hub dog you know
Peeling slugs at your mug, dealing drugs in front of the projects
My projects, more scatter, more street
Making 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 seeing 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 living, food for the pigeons
It's rules I'm giving, 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 showing no [?] nigga

[The Game (Sean T):]
Every nigga out there claiming to be the illest
I don't know if y'all know let a nigga know I'm lost in the stipulations
Niggas hating, everybody waiting for the outcome
Whatever happened to just to rapping?
(Mic grasping, freestyle flow flashing)
(Ripping up tracks and, doing the thang)
(What you, niggas, 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 fucking with kids, I'm after six digit things
Fuck the rings and the tribulations, constant player hating
This criminal lifestyle, keeps me animating
Let's turf talk before you niggas thuggin it up
It don't matter if you Crip'n, or Blood'n it up
Dallas Squad blooded it up, smashing on sight
But he hopping on haters like BMX bikes
Fuck around with the Squad see unbearable sights
We taking gangster shit to the maximum height
But I'm mainly into bubbling, fat grip doubling
Big heads I'm loving 'em, you feeling me y'all
Leaving 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 wetting my paws
And come out unscathed with no scratches or flaws
Who's the illest

[The Game (Sean T):]
Every nigga out there claiming to be the illest
I don't know if y'all know let a nigga know I'm lost in the stipulations
Niggas hating, everybody waiting for the outcome
Whatever happened to just to rapping?
(Mic grasping, freestyle flow flashing)
(Ripping up tracks and, doing the thang)
(What you, niggas, know about Sean T and the Game?)
(Who's the illest?)

[The Game:]
They say, "Game, you're rapping 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 running
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 hustling sacks to heavy weight, shuffling crack
Kids and preachers know me, young Game the O.G.
Ask the reverend kept the church from falling, young'uns from starving
I'm the project like Marcy or the Nickerson Gardens
Comfortable dog, Compton to Harlem, any city ghetto or hood
Kick back, blowing, 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 fighting over a crown
Get shot off that throne, who the illest now, huh?

[The Game (Sean T):]
Every nigga out there claiming to be the illest
I don't know if y'all know let a nigga know I'm lost in the stipulations
Niggas hating, everybody waiting for the outcome
Whatever happened to just to rapping?
(Mic grasping, freestyle flow flashing)
(Ripping up tracks and, doing the thang)
(What you, niggas, know about Sean T and the Game?)
(Who's the illest?)

[Sean T:]
Some say the gangster mentality is dead, imagine that
When fools pulling straps out with infrared
We're living in a time of plagues and corrupt life
When homies in the circle end up all trife
Trying to shine bright, but looking all dim
Meanwhile I stay sharp like a ballpoint pen
I see the smirks and grins but I just laugh
'Cause I'm getting lucrative loot, endless math
If you only knew the half of it, you wouldn't hate
But niggas just pig and talk shit behind Jake
Man you can't knock the hustle, I ain't fin' to be greedy
I want an exit out the game kinda like Paul Vitti
I'm trying to slang CDs in cruise control
Instead of selling 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

[The Game (Sean T):]
Every nigga out there claiming to be the illest
I don't know if y'all know let a nigga know I'm lost in the stipulations
Niggas hating, everybody waiting for the outcome
Whatever happened to just to rapping?
(Mic grasping, freestyle flow flashing)
(Ripping up tracks and, doing the thang)
(What you, niggas, know about Sean T and the Game?)
(Who's the illest?)