Who the illest hub dawg you know
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Peelin slugs at your mug
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dealin drugs in front of the projects
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My projects, more scatter, more street
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Makin room for more drama, more hustle, more heat
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I can show you how to get, American money easy
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It's the gangster, all motherfuckers envy
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Leave all semi I tote, clips empty
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Foes tempt me, I'm seein no penitentiary
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Crime scene clean, shells, no prints
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Flee the shootout, X-5, no {?}
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It's meant for me to survive this gangster shit
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Meant for you not to be livin', food for the pigeons
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It's rules I'm givin, new lessons for the street
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This jungle I'm from B don't breed no weak
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Lames that don't know the game please don't speak
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You get killed, want me peeled, I'm showin no {?} nigga
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Every nigga out there claimin to be the illest
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I don't know if y'all know let a nigga know I'm lost in the stipulations
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Niggaz hatin', everybody waitin for the outcome
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Whatever happened to just to rappin?
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(Mic graspin, freestyle flow flashin)
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(Rippin up tracks and, doin the thang)
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(What'chu niggaz know about Sean T and the Game?)
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(Who's the illest?)
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[Sean T]
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I'm off the rack like slabs of ribs, I want it big
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I ain't fuckin with kids, I'm after six digit things
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Fuck the rings and the tribulations, constant playa hatin
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This crimin-al lifestyle, keeps me animatin
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Let's turf talk before you niggaz thuggin it up
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It don't matter if you Crip'n, or Blood'n it up
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Dallas Squad blooded it up, smashin on sight
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But he hoppin on haters like BMX bikes
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Fuck around with the Squad see unbearable sights
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We takin gangster shit to the maximum height
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But I'm mainly into bubblin, fat grip doublin
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Big heads I'm lovin 'em, you feelin me y'all
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Leavin the envious in awe cause I tremendously ball
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I'm supported by the Game so you know I won't fall
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I'ma execute my options, keep wettin my paws
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And come out unscathed with no scratches or flaws
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Who's the illest
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[Chorus]
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[The Game]
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They say "Game, you rappin like you from the East coast," meet toast
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Gun jammed in your throat, forgot that you spoke
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Game got the streets woke young'n, same nigga got the coke runnin
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Introduce the new fiends to smack
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Pops told me when I was younger, you can't live like that
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So I don't listen to pops nigga I listen to Kool G. Rap
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Went from hustlin sacks to heavy weight, shufflin crack
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Kids and preachers know me, young Game the O.G.
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Ask the reverand kept the church from fallin, young'uns from starvin
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I'm the project like Marcy or the Nickerson Gardens
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Comfortable dawg, Compton to Harlem, any city ghetto or hood
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Kick back, blowin, listen to Marvin
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Get head, count dough and just sit in the apartment
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AK in the sofa, I'm the illest, who come closer
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to the late ones or great ones fightin over a crown
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Get shot off that throne, who the illest now, huh?
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[Chorus]
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[Sean T]
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Some say the gangster mentality is dead, imagine that
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When fools pullin straps out with infrared
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We're livin in a time of plagues and corrupt life
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When homies in the circle end up all trife
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Tryin to shine bright, but lookin all dim
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Meanwhile I stay sharp like a ballpoint pen
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I see the smirks and grins but I just laugh
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Cause I'm gettin lucrative loot, endless math
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If you only knew the half of it, you wouldn't hate
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But niggaz just pig and talk shit behind Jake
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Man you cain't knock the hustle, I ain't fin' to be greedy
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I want an exit out the game kinda like Paul Vitti
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I'm tryin to slang CD's in cruise control
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Instead of sellin illegal pharmaceuticals
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Should I ask for your advice? Like you would know
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Fuck it, I'm out to get it, I'm a fool for dough
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Who the Illest
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The Game |