Lirik Lagu Who The Illest - The Game
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Who the illest hub dawg you knowPeelin slugs at your mugdealin drugs in front of the projectsMy projects, more scatter, more street
Makin room for more drama, more hustle, more heatI can show you how to get, American money easyIt's the gangster, all motherfuckers envy
Leave all semi I tote, clips emptyFoes tempt me, I'm seein no penitentiaryCrime scene clean, shells, no printsFlee the shootout, X-5, no {?}
It's meant for me to survive this gangster shitMeant for you not to be livin', food for the pigeonsIt's rules I'm givin, new lessons for the streetThis jungle I'm from B don't breed no weakLames that don't know the game please don't speakYou get killed, want me peeled, I'm showin no {?} nigga
Every nigga out there claimin to be the illestI don't know if y'all know let a nigga know I'm lost in the stipulationsNiggaz hatin', everybody waitin for the outcomeWhatever 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?)
[Sean T]I'm off the rack like slabs of ribs, I want it bigI ain't fuckin with kids, I'm after six digit thingsFuck the rings and the tribulations, constant playa hatinThis crimin-al lifestyle, keeps me animatinLet's turf talk before you niggaz thuggin it upIt don't matter if you Crip'n, or Blood'n it upDallas Squad blooded it up, smashin on sightBut he hoppin on haters like BMX bikesFuck around with the Squad see unbearable sightsWe takin gangster shit to the maximum heightBut I'm mainly into bubblin, fat grip doublinBig heads I'm lovin 'em, you feelin me y'allLeavin the envious in awe cause I tremendously ballI'm supported by the Game so you know I won't fallI'ma execute my options, keep wettin my pawsAnd come out unscathed with no scratches or flawsWho's the illest
[Chorus]
[The Game]They say "Game, you rappin like you from the East coast," meet toastGun jammed in your throat, forgot that you spokeGame got the streets woke young'n, same nigga got the coke runninIntroduce the new fiends to smackPops told me when I was younger, you can't live like thatSo I don't listen to pops nigga I listen to Kool G. RapWent from hustlin sacks to heavy weight, shufflin crackKids and preachers know me, young Game the O.G.Ask the reverand kept the church from fallin, young'uns from starvinI'm the project like Marcy or the Nickerson GardensComfortable dawg, Compton to Harlem, any city ghetto or hoodKick back, blowin, listen to MarvinGet head, count dough and just sit in the apartmentAK in the sofa, I'm the illest, who come closerto the late ones or great ones fightin over a crownGet shot off that throne, who the illest now, huh?
[Chorus]
[Sean T]Some say the gangster mentality is dead, imagine thatWhen fools pullin straps out with infraredWe're livin in a time of plagues and corrupt lifeWhen homies in the circle end up all trifeTryin to shine bright, but lookin all dimMeanwhile I stay sharp like a ballpoint penI see the smirks and grins but I just laughCause I'm gettin lucrative loot, endless mathIf you only knew the half of it, you wouldn't hateBut niggaz just pig and talk shit behind JakeMan you cain't knock the hustle, I ain't fin' to be greedyI want an exit out the game kinda like Paul VittiI'm tryin to slang CD's in cruise controlInstead of sellin illegal pharmaceuticalsShould I ask for your advice? Like you would knowFuck it, I'm out to get it, I'm a fool for dough
Makin room for more drama, more hustle, more heatI can show you how to get, American money easyIt's the gangster, all motherfuckers envy
Leave all semi I tote, clips emptyFoes tempt me, I'm seein no penitentiaryCrime scene clean, shells, no printsFlee the shootout, X-5, no {?}
It's meant for me to survive this gangster shitMeant for you not to be livin', food for the pigeonsIt's rules I'm givin, new lessons for the streetThis jungle I'm from B don't breed no weakLames that don't know the game please don't speakYou get killed, want me peeled, I'm showin no {?} nigga
Every nigga out there claimin to be the illestI don't know if y'all know let a nigga know I'm lost in the stipulationsNiggaz hatin', everybody waitin for the outcomeWhatever 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?)
[Sean T]I'm off the rack like slabs of ribs, I want it bigI ain't fuckin with kids, I'm after six digit thingsFuck the rings and the tribulations, constant playa hatinThis crimin-al lifestyle, keeps me animatinLet's turf talk before you niggaz thuggin it upIt don't matter if you Crip'n, or Blood'n it upDallas Squad blooded it up, smashin on sightBut he hoppin on haters like BMX bikesFuck around with the Squad see unbearable sightsWe takin gangster shit to the maximum heightBut I'm mainly into bubblin, fat grip doublinBig heads I'm lovin 'em, you feelin me y'allLeavin the envious in awe cause I tremendously ballI'm supported by the Game so you know I won't fallI'ma execute my options, keep wettin my pawsAnd come out unscathed with no scratches or flawsWho's the illest
[Chorus]
[The Game]They say "Game, you rappin like you from the East coast," meet toastGun jammed in your throat, forgot that you spokeGame got the streets woke young'n, same nigga got the coke runninIntroduce the new fiends to smackPops told me when I was younger, you can't live like thatSo I don't listen to pops nigga I listen to Kool G. RapWent from hustlin sacks to heavy weight, shufflin crackKids and preachers know me, young Game the O.G.Ask the reverand kept the church from fallin, young'uns from starvinI'm the project like Marcy or the Nickerson GardensComfortable dawg, Compton to Harlem, any city ghetto or hoodKick back, blowin, listen to MarvinGet head, count dough and just sit in the apartmentAK in the sofa, I'm the illest, who come closerto the late ones or great ones fightin over a crownGet shot off that throne, who the illest now, huh?
[Chorus]
[Sean T]Some say the gangster mentality is dead, imagine thatWhen fools pullin straps out with infraredWe're livin in a time of plagues and corrupt lifeWhen homies in the circle end up all trifeTryin to shine bright, but lookin all dimMeanwhile I stay sharp like a ballpoint penI see the smirks and grins but I just laughCause I'm gettin lucrative loot, endless mathIf you only knew the half of it, you wouldn't hateBut niggaz just pig and talk shit behind JakeMan you cain't knock the hustle, I ain't fin' to be greedyI want an exit out the game kinda like Paul VittiI'm tryin to slang CD's in cruise controlInstead of sellin illegal pharmaceuticalsShould I ask for your advice? Like you would knowFuck it, I'm out to get it, I'm a fool for dough
