Driver’s Seat

Lyrics

[Intro] Killer B, yeah, rest in peace, I'm sayin son Ain't no room in this game for everybody, you know? But uh, we gon' do our thing baby, we gon' do our thing [Verse 1: Iman T.H.U.G.] Yo, Iman T.H.U.G. somethin' stunnin', rappers get done in I migrate—Queens, Jamaica, Brooklyn—gets sunnin' All feelings though, we all grow and just bubble I recognized life is a deal, cards and a shuffle Everything revolves around me, I couldn't see that 25 to Life and hip-hop, you got the feedback Who need that, hundred grand stashed up in a G-stack We fo' black, want more trip, we get that old back And keep this world high, yearly raw supply These fuckin' tracks have a nigga feelin' wide inside Any bottle-tip high smokin' lah in the rye It's on you, if you wanna take heed the hidden treasure Recognize it's Iman T.H.U.G. wit Noreaga Recognize that 2-5 shine'll last forever Embedded in your mind like the seams in butter leathers Butter leathers, check it—yo, yo, yo [Chorus: Iman T.H.U.G.] I keep it real wit' a nigga—keep it real wit' me I cut the hand off a nigga tryin' steal from me 2-5 be that bomb-diggy-bomb, you see Black juice in the Yukon driver's seat I keep it real wit' a nigga—keep it real wit' me I cut the hand off a nigga tryin' steal from me 2-5 be that bomb-diggy-bomb, you see Black juice in the Yukon driver's seat [Verse 2: N.O.R.E.] I keep it real wit' a bitch that keep it real wit' me Cut the hand off a chicken tryin' steal from me CNN be that bomb-diggy-bomb, you see Now, it's Nore' now in the fuckin' driver's seat Yo' I shoot rapid, burn weed inside a backwood Iraq embassy need a straitjacket Yo let's racketeer this, while most niggas'll fear this Turn my shit down everytime they hear it P-H-D me, rapidly right in back of me Tackle me, them niggas make loot but only half of me My faculty, blow holes in your Moschinos and tuxedos While all y'all niggas free-load, reload Explode on, roll on, fold on, Ghengis Khan Dusk till dawn Art of War Still time to score, yo we kid we poly for Yo Victoria's Secret bitches that suck dick raw The freak, Rick James type, I got the long pipe Kick doors in, snake four-fours in Yo escape the Nor-van, swervin', TV's inside Suburban Iraq dishieke, diamond cut pinky Listen to Trag shit wit Noyd and Chinky Network like the internet, wit Henny wet Nine-oh be my set, so whatever be next Nashiem, he laced this beat on some east coast shit [Chorus: Iman T.H.U.G.] I keep it real wit' a nigga—keep it real wit' me I cut the hand off a nigga tryin' steal from me CNN be that bomb-diggy-bomb, you see Black juice in the Yukon driver's seat [Verse 3: N.O.R.E.] We overdose this, high class wit one E-Class Shorty came through, she iced out and dressed in blue Said she move from Brooklyn, reside in secion two Know how we do out here ho, a two for square Get high, and disappear play the projects on super-low Plus she feelin' my style, Too Hot like Coolio Plus her cooty though, bangin' just like the studio From Iraq to Inglewood, it all good From hood to hood, regulate like a thug should Yo we in too deep, losin' sleep and can't call it The game is still fresh until the jake try to spoil it Even people I was loyal wit, give my life to Be the first who turn around and try to spike you Now they don't like you, sendin' ten dogs to bite you [Chorus: Iman T.H.U.G. + Busta Rhymes] I keep it real wit' a nigga—keep it real wit' me (Keep it real, nigga) I cut the hand off a nigga tryin' steal from me (Cut ya hand off!) 2-5 be that bomb-diggy-bomb, you see (What?) Black juice in the Yukon driver's seat (What?) (Get some real with niggas, keep it real with us) I keep it real wit' a nigga—keep it real wit' me (Fuck) I cut the hand off a nigga tryin' steal from me (Cut ya hand off) 2-5 be that bomb-diggy-bomb, you see (What?) Black juice in the Yukon driver's seat (What?)